Riding as One

One to wield the scythe
One to wield the spear
One to wield the shield
One to wield the shovel
One to wield the stiletto.
How far would they go?
How much would remain hidden?
Tales told
round tables
women of vengeance brew
take to the night
violence begotten
men
women
any who slipped
justice’s fingers
due to ineptness
indifference
corruption
hunted
taken down
taken out
like animals
that they are.
Death
avenging
stealth in the shadows
never knowing
where they might strike
nor how far they will go
in the cover up.
Never hit close to home
Never stand close to the hearth
Never allow yourself to be drawn through
you are here
a job to do
everything else
must blind self too.
They ride.
They hunt.
They fear no one.
They herald the arrival at the abyss.
They are the Judges.
They are the Juries.
They are the Executioners.
Together they stand.
Together they avenge.
Together they draw the guilty
to the bowels of hell…..
To be continued……
©Feb. 6/21
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Perception of Insanity

How can they judge me?
How can they say I am the problem?
I thought this was a safe world
a place where children could be innocent
where dreams where not crushed 
shredded beneath
trampling feet
stomp 
stomp
stomp
heart wrenched 
straight from chest
held high
a trophy
offered 
to gods of sin
of debauchery 
of pain
of violence
whilst 
shuddering I lay
dying 
upon Pan’s altar.
Noose 
slung high above
hauled
hoisted 
upon your petard
devil in disguise
laughter 
rings out
echoing bells
underlined
screams 
yours
not mine
as I dance
as I laugh…..
Welcome here 
take a seat
I have kept it warm
devil’s bride
demon’s ride
come
let’s start to play.
 
©Feb. 5/21
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