Final Take

It comes
encroaching 
moving faster
roaring
devouring 
acres
forest
lives
no one is protected
no one matters
all for one 
one for all
a thing of the past.
Disheartened
weary
strangled 
brought to knees 
promised warrior
a millennium
walking
waking
destruction
war
sin
all rolled over 
there is nothing
left to see.
A challenge 
not uttered 
taken
more to come
more harm
more destruction
vile men
tasked with protection
raping.
Watching
caravan after caravan
flee
safety 
somewhere
out there
hope is held.
Turn 
one last time
tired
so tired
last stand
last bastion
Last Warrior 
for this life. 
 
©Sept. 15/20
Picture via Pinterest

Cleanse

Locked within her own mind
games played
voices heard
vacant look upon her face
no one knows
no one will ever learn
the truth that she holds.
Evil roams the world
hidden behind
masks
which when stripped away
reveal the monstrous face
vicious fangs
violent words
beating constantly
upon her body
upon her mind
upon her soul.
Captured.
Captive.
Yearning for protection
for rescue
from those who misuse
abuse
violate her trust
her body
her very sense of being
knowing that the day will come
when all she will have
is herself to rely on.
Come the day
it will burn bright
to scour…..
to purge…..
to cleanse…..
while she stands under the moonlight
listening to the bastards scream
as the fire washes them clean.
March 8/19
Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash