Death, Unmanned

something I wrote that I'm not at all in love with, but might as well send it to the pyre

I know who you are

I've seen you on the battlefields
Marching to the drums of destruction
I've heard you at funerals
Singing the dirge of desecration
I've felt you in maelstroms
Carrying the drowned to damnation
I've tasted you on cold lips
Draining love with icy affection

I know who you are
And your harvest will bear no fruit of fear from I
I know who you are
And your power is but a whisper of a lie
Your scythe is blunted
And your cloak of dread is but a tattered rag dyed
I know who you are
and in the knowing the darkness loses it's bite

Reviews

[Cherrie]

The end of this poem is powerful. It is the knowing a child has when he finds a bully’s sting only hurts a moment or the fear that falls in an emergency that teaches you that you can rush in to any situation even with your fear in tow. Knowing who you stand for and what you stand against gives liberty and peace. I like this poem it is a secret truth, it may not be your favorite but it gives depth to your collection.

[Sami Khalil]

in the knowing
the darkness loses
its bite.
Well penned.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I'm calling it, you are like a rag-time Shelley.