Waiting

Dedicated to all those fighting, for us.

 

Silent, he waits.

Running a forked tongue over dried bone as he watches,

Watches.

Waits.

Concealed in the shadows that devour cracks, and cracks the minds of men -

He waits.

Send in your skeletons, the army of the dead; as I hold the metal to my arm,

And aim for another man’s head.

 Hell sits above ground now; resting on the ignorant shoulders of men

Though the winds breath blows raw and glacial as the clouds storm overhead, and stand:

Watching, watching

Wait.

 

Gripping his ribs in hunger, starvation would pierce a soul

He sees a feast in all of us: treasures of tragedy and gold.

No more waiting for a slither of ration, or a single lick of scarlet blood

For now he stands surrounded: the eternal souls of soldiers

Never ending as he looks towards dusk.

Countless humans fall, humans despite their names �"

Beneath the heavy fatigue; a beating heart and pair of lungs

Just like you or me.

 

A bullet slashes the air,

And cleaves into the enemy’s chest.

Though no longer enemies - just torn flags that stand lonely on a broken cause

Waiting for the end.

I watch him smile a sinister smirk,

Sharpening cruel talons as he nears.

Step, by step, by step.

My time is almost over.

A wasted life drawing to an end.

To him I am nothing �" a mere marionette.

Soon my strings shall be cut and severed, and instead of dancing I’ll fall.

 

But it is too much for a wearied traveller to carry,

 A body cracked and thin.

He spins left to right as he tries to fight

A crisp and howling wind.

Not so easy to be a pawn in the devil’s game of war,

To watch those you know die and fade �"

Mere shadows that burn in the light of a sun,

A new day, a new parade

Of blatent sins and under swept laws

Where morals learned over time are grossly ignored.

 

So I stare him down as he’s crippled to his knees,

Long clawed fingers sinking into brown and crimson,

Head bowed down to the cruelty of mankind but just before he disappears:

He looks up.

With hollowed eyes he searches inside me but nothing is found.

Because I am waiting.

Waiting.

To see how long he �" a creature of terror and nightmares,

The inevitable darkness to suffocate and strangle every man,

Woman and child,

How long he can survive this.

War.

And I stand as he decays, disintegrates, suffers.

And I smile a sadistic smirk before I feel the gripping hunger in my ribs;

The starvation that would pierce a soul,

As I slink to the shadows �"silent as I wait.

Watching.

Waiting.

Wait.

Author's Note

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[Mr Dunne Poetry]

I love the imagery here, well done my friend :)