Son of the Dawn

The rain fell all around us,

and underneath the bridge we could hear it fall above us. 

Cars would drive overhead but we had our sanctuary. 

My arm hung around her

and her damp hair hung around her face. 

I could not see it but it was beautiful,

i knew. 

My clothes clung to me and though they were worn and old and kept me cold,

I was warm where i was. 

The water ran in a stream in the valley below us. 

The moon lit the damp world around us. 

It was all black and white. 

There was clicking

and howling

and hissing around us

that my mind tried to make a rhythm.

 

It wasn't long before He was there before me. 

He wasn't clothed but he wasn't naked. 

Naked describes the lack of clothes, but His very existence removed the standard for wearing clothes.  

I couldn't describe what he was wearing to you if i wanted to. 

 

He was Beelzebub whom I call BB. 

I looked to my girl but my arm was around a pipe. 

I do believe BB likes wishful thinking

more than I. 

The rain picked up and i started to feel it. 

BB smiled a wide toothy smile. 

I asked Him if he'd give me something in return. 

He waved his hand and i looked down

to see a dark cat stalking the shadows. 

I looked up to find he was gone. 

My eyes caught the scurry of a mouse

and the cat pounced. 

The mouse was dead that moment,

two teath sunk deep. 

I watched the cat pick the mouse up and playfully toss it so it could pounce it again. 

Toss,

pounce,

toss,

pounce,

paw, toss, stalk,

pounce. 

This was just on the edge of tolerable,

as i watched the proceedings with limp eyes till the cat picked the limp mouse up in its mouth, thoroughly determined. 

Then was the crack of the skull. 

Then again. 

crack. 

I fidgeted in my spot trying to-

crack...

trying to get comfortable. 

I leaned my head against the-

crack...

There would be no sleep tonight. 

crack. 

Cracking its skull. 

It was still slowly dying;

every crack by crack. 

Three hours bled from the sky and the clouds filtered the sun to me.

"Meet me on the rim of the Lake of Fire!" I shouted,

"see whose laughing then!"

Reviews

[Jong Schrijver]

great job. well written and enjoyable poem