Oct 17, 2005 14:24
Topic:
Life/Death
Words:
Image/Idolize
Justice/Javelin
Keepsake/Kill
Mystery/Method
Native/Neutral
Open/Omniscient
with her last breath,
she idolized death,
believing life was a javelin
which pierced the balance of
time..
she said living was
standing in the bloodied rain
falling from dissatisfied stars,
shadow boxing with angry moons,
and being the prey of ravenous suns....
so she prayed for this day.
I stood in the eclipse
of her twilight,
an looker,
as she placed mirror in hand
to watch the damped dew
of her fading life
cascade upon it's reflection.
a reflection
which shook and tremebled
at my core...
keepsakes
of the crumbling image
of self which lies before me...
mind neutral,
arms reach outright,
methodically open…..
she believed
she believed in the omniscient
presence of justice..
and a faith in the word….
death was never a mystery
it only kills that which
is native
not foreign to man
as every inclination of his heart
was evil….
and she lived, as she loved,
praying that in every act,
every deed,
she would snuff the murderous
nature of her intent…
and that she would be cleansed
in fire as she transcends
this world
and passes into another….