Knife

Alone in the mists weary stance
The pilgrim waits in isolation
The knell cries as lights begin to dance
Alone in a silent incarnation

Forsaken by the forms of midnight
Across the fields we did roam
Alas the guidance from the moonlight
Company standing in a home

Twilight stung the dawn with cruel beams
Poets laughed at the battle
Caught in illusions of false dreams
To hear a percussive rattle

Yesterday the widow was a wife
Tomorrow she shall reckon
A man alone with his silver knife
The reaper shows his beckon

Void of love, words, times and space
The pastures ignite in flame
A gathering against the human race
A prophet sees without shame