The Walk.

They walk on

Cloaked

Rotten

Disfigured 

And jaded -

Their feet leave behind no trace

Upon this dirtied path

Towards their doom.

They look forward

Distance

Blurs

Remote

And devoid -

This desert is their ground

As they fight within themselves

The corrupted filth,

Shaded from the sun

The darkness creeps

Into this deserted cemetery.

Bodies broken to the core

Bloodied

Bones

Distorted

And ghastly -

The cloaked figures

They walk onward,

Past the corpses

Blinded to reality...

These ghosts prevail.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

I'm trying to figure out whether "the walk onward" is supposed to be "they walk onward", given the construction of the stanza seems to give way to that intention (more so than what you have now, though what it's doing with the "the - the" is strong....just not entirely fitting with the rest of the stanza....at least in a clear way). But I thoroughly enjoyed this! So imaginative and so solemn! Absolutely well done!

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you very much for your comment. I am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for pointing out the 'the walk onward' It was supposed to be "they" but I hadn't double checked it after posting : )

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.