Thursday, May 17, 2012

Into the breach they say

Into the breach they say,
Upon the swords and detonations.
The pale rider obeys,
Sweeping down to reap his collection.

Satchel full of souls,
His pilgrimage fully accomplished,
He turns that skeletal
Beast to setting moon as night is shed.

The earth opens up to him;
A welcome greeting at threshold’s gate,
As the screams of the taken
Resist the pull to the final stay.

The pale rider casts one
Last glance, the fruitless battle concludes.
But -- the war is not won.
For Death does not sleep, he waits for you.

© Jacob Donley 2012