By my hand

By my hand

 

And as I slip ~ shaking,

my voice turns to a grizzly haze

As a fog does engulf me

with grey stone enigmas

I breathe in the hatred

now aglow in my eyes,

in fire braid trappings

and teeth now bared

 

Gray like ash,

A face in the shadows leers  

Throwing kisses in putrid pulses

from lips built on the mire

Drenching each maiden pure

with a filth hidden behind

a stench not of common man,

but of evil’s tailor, unfit, uncut… un-sewn

 

I enter this realm

alone, yet unafraid

Misunderstood in the face of treachery

Carrying a sword honed

of respect, unwavering sharpened steel

Running into the fray...the spoils

to cast aside hypnotically induced wishes…

and slice off the head of the beast

 

Standing triumphant I rise,

on a daylight illumined battlefield,

this reward of sweat and honor,

a shield to your heart, your name, your every breath

My promised words that you will be safe,

protected within my misunderstood arms

Nightmares shall fall in the blood pits,

whatever may come…by my hand

  

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

Such vivid imagery there my dear Jack.You wield your pen as effectively as any sword :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sweet Vidya.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are most welcome my friend :)

[Sami Khalil]

You raise a mighty sword of poetic power and understanding. You pierce the hearts of your readers and touch the souls of your doubters. A different poem from you but powerful as usual...:)........

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)........................

[Frieda P]

Potent and fiercely emotive this one Jack. Sounds like the Archangel getting his vengeance, and what a sweet day it is. You wave a mighty sword and spin a perfect tale with your words! I think you left blood spatters behind........................!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. Your kindness is always a song to my heart.