Morituri te Salutant!

As my self-concept begins to nebulise,

each atom of consciousness

flung to the hidden unknown,

the maniacal revelry of my masters,

from whence all semblance of serenity

simpers and smirks,

devolves into devilish debauchery.

 

Nefarious fires billow satanic smoke

signalling a negatory conclusion

to the attempts to palliate my soul.

All the world’s a stage, yes,

but some are only footmen.

As I kneel before my Lord’s altar, I cry:

Ave, Imperator, morituri te salutant!

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

Death I salute you..nicely worded..

[Teri B]

The gladiators were men of heart, as well as men of muscle! Knowing their fates were sealed was probably a great motivator of this stoicism! This poem reminds me of them. The speaker here must be as stoic as they were.

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Wow some stunning words there,
I enjoyed your write.

[Desmund Tiny]

this poem is greatly done.....

[Thea]

The title really caught my attention, haha! :)))
Excellent piece and usage of words...

[stars are far]

this is greatly done :)

[joshua deathdealer]

Strong and well selected words..nicely done.

[MS. BABy]

i love ur veribiage jermy, the way u word things is awesome....wow.

[Dark Beauty]

Awesome write good structure and loved the word choice in this great job!!!