Serenity's Journey

Serenity's Journey

A Poem by Shane Patrick
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Upon the midnight strike dark night wandering shadows moan
The streets black cold wet rain, people passed eager coughing groan
Blue eyes outward from the cloak, seen the unseen memories flood
Less certain world given of chambered hearts pump tar blackened blood
She feels the descent linger the blood painted doors chosen
Fraught the visions dream solitary wintry confines fires become frozen
Saturated icy mist pools shallow to the hardened eternal coffin make
Tiring trek frigid the night hatchet lie held weak for defensive measures sake
Clutched photo woolen fingers skin, salvation flashed through windows mind
Hearts consumed by the horseman four, victims lay slain flesh blistered dilated eyes find
 
Savior entombed across deserts grey, dirt cracked earth festered evil minions play
Serenity name called in whispers flowed from east to west ventured across the ruby clay
Secret in heart of missions come, the savior, man she loves, save from certain doom.
Linger smell of Armageddon’s hands, wasteland second wave of death loom
Embark westward on paths cut, riddled with bodies sentenced to eternal damnation
Ravaged cities countryside plague waited fait, saved chosen few pray for salvation
Journey prepared blackened scorched earth dripping fire skyward red glow
Frigid air captures the night with ashes embers hot from explosions blow
Outward strides purpose destination horizon bones adorn the path undertaken
Prison savior waits for hero sturdy in step, champion for all forsaken.

© 2009 Shane Patrick


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I challange thought and perception... I hope... I write because it is my passion... I also do not fall under a "genre"...I try to write a little bit of everything it all depends on my mood... questio.. more..

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