Assassin

‘Forgive me father
for I have sinned.
It has been 
well never
since my last confession.’
I stood within the cavernous opening
rock hewn
trendles of mist reaching out
with flame in hand
knowing I had to enter.
Prone before the crystal altar
his mouth moving
in silent prayer
lay a man dressed in priestly garb
though I knew
a religous man he was not.
Lashed upon the cross on high
a boy
a child
an innocent
being offered up
sacrificed
slaughtered
to appease some broken diety.
My step is light
I silently unsheath my sword
pressing it to my lips
a sign of secrecy
so the boy does not scream.
His last breath hissed free
blood
soaked within the stones beneath him
while I stand over top
a malicious smile on my face.
I am exemplary.
I do my job well.
Assassin down the ages
striking
slaying
the rabid vultures
who prey upon our innocents.
Sept. 19/18
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Futility

Leaning against the wall
breath coming in gasps
eyes darting around
knowing that soon
I will have to run again.
‘It is futile to run’
the voice hisses in my ear
as startled
I dash off again.
‘Round and round
an endless maze
all while the voice crawls closer.
Oozing
black shadows
piercing through the gloom
no matter where I hide
no matter how hard I run
they are still there
voices
shadows
insanity.
Wallls built of my memories
move ever closer
confining me
jailing me
no way for my escape.
I scream in terror
I scream in rage
sick of this torment
I want it all to end.
Sept. 6/18

 

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Return from Hell

Abandon hope all ye who enter here.’
Steep steps
chiseled
hewn from black stone
back lit a flaming red
globs of lava thrown about
while demons howl
not with shame
not with fear
with blood lust
as the hunger bleeds through.
Crawling downward
ever downward
each level passing
as I search within the gloom
there is one I want
one I will kill
for all the pain
all the anguish he has caused.
At my back
demons scream
throwing bolts of flame
illuminating the darkness before me
I grimace
scorched by fire
but revenge shall be mine.
Finally the one I seek appears
bolted to the wall
fear
pain
sadness
soaking through my desire
my need
my retribution
I squint with fear.
In lowering myself
in giving in
to satisfaction that will be felt
I demean
I debase
the marrow of my being.
I draw myself up
strength returning
I look him in the eye
‘There shall never more be hope
I release you to Satan’s care.’
Head thrown back
he screams in terror
seeing the disjointed maws
black
salivating
thick gobs of spit
spun out as ropes
further tying him to the wall.
Stand aside
watch the horde rush in
my hands
clean they will remain
as I climb back up the stairs.
Aug. 19/18

Pull the Trigger

Countless times
the image has played over
over and over
in your cluttered mind.
Silent
with sound
black and white
in color
violence the only stable factor.
Cringing
cowering in fear
waiting for the blows
vicious words
until suddenly you can take no more.
He never thought you meant it
he thought you would crash again
begging for forgiveness
for imagined wrongs in his perfect world.
Tiny
deadly
slipped into your hand
lending you a bravado you did not feel
you leveled the gun at his laughing face
and pulled the trigger.
August 24/15
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Megalomaniac

With flashing red eyes
drool upon his lip
maddened by the frenzied crowd
he stands upon the dias
awaiting his future.
Disregarding fair play rules
he raged
he frothed
he made secret deals
to undermine the truth
which all were to live by.
Enemies were made to disappear
friends were pulled in close
there is no middle ground
only two groups
one had better pray
should they find themselves
on the Enemy of the State list.
he incites riots
rage for those who disregard
his blatent lies
while holding his hands out for more…..
stroke his ego
make him feel like a god
(note the little g)
time will come when he will fall.
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Damnation

I hate you
hissed the voice
across the ether of time.
Roiling ripping away
tearing my soul
ending my fears with a dagger deep.
Falling unable to stop
death seems so preferable
until I realize I am….
in a free fall all the way down.
Fires flame
lava errupts
demons scatter
leaving behind the damned.
A cacophony of voices
demanding
insistent that I…..
I alone
can save them
release them
from the nightmares they must face
as part of their damnation.
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Wrath

Murderous rumblings across the skies

Gods looking down with disgust

this oasis

built for fragile humans

needs to combust.

Wars have been started

wars have been ended

while humanities are stripped away

lightening bolts

thrown in rage

hit the final mark.

We have waited too long

there is no way back

we cannot placate the Gods

who only want to wipe us out.

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