Monday, October 20, 2008

Destiny's End

You raise your sword and
the sun glints off the razor-sharp edge,
reflecting upon the rivers of tears on my cheeks.
I will not struggle against the ties
that bind me to this time and place,
but lift my face to the sun
and wait for the fatal blow
to a heart that beats for the one
who will slay it.

I breathe and become the air,
the trees,
the ground below.
The dark birds circle, waiting
to pick the flesh of your soul's mate.
For a moment, time stops as you search
my face for forgiveness.

A final chance to change the world passes,
and you let loose your poison death
upon the only one who could ever

The dark birds circle but find only
a garden of thornless blood roses
and glistening dew.

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