angel heartsA Poem by RuseInex
a storm cell brews
the liquid blue of sky flows high above like a stream in milky clouds smudged with glowing slate below on helpless earth, wild winds burst in like rapists violating the forest trees the grey white wolf on frozen snow stares at the man with the poison dart aimed at every angel heart his yellow eyes blaze with fire his pupils reflect a torment's ire wiry hair of the beast tussles manically he takes two steps forward into the raging wind leaps stalks the man with the poison darts aimed at every angel heart who kills for sport and boasts and snags his kin's skins on every post for countless miles he's pursued the course, trods the razor edge of icy thorns the dried and broken crumbs of human hearts, on a mission of no remission, his commission vindicate his king his prey, the man beast with the poison darts he stalks the rant and rage, the shout and curse, the fight, the scheme to kill peace on earth since the dawn of time the wolf stays stalwart strengthened, undeterred, despite freezing winds springs on the man with the poison darts that sudden burst on himself as the storm slams, drowns his rants he sinks and melts into the snow like sweet dorothy's witch the wolf resumes a vigilant stalk focused on the time when the ripe of time on earth when its rife with war to the appointed time for burst when little is left of love for peace his commission, no remission sent, proclaimed from high in the secret of the forest den beneath the dark of blanket night he transforms resumes his former self a bright lit shining angel being brief, then suddenly into a common man of the wilderness whose dwelling place is not of earth © 2017 RuseInex |
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Added on January 22, 2017 Last Updated on January 22, 2017 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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