Gray

Gray

We seeds were fated to fall o'er the earth
the animals beg mother to nurture them
and men believe they are gods
and once we have lost two legs and gained a one
and stoop at the shores of Abaddon
gazing at a setting Sun painted in
the blood of lambs, innocents, and virgins
and time has come to us
staring with us into that fire for the last
holding our hand
anointing us one more time
a dying breath
a fading drumming
gray
we seeds were fated to fall o'er the earth

Reviews

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and fate bought you here..to write..and share.. haunting melody..

[MuSe Ampoule]

Lovely, dark and true. I love the circular feel to this, the once born is now buried feel. And that that line is taken differently at the beginning than at the end. Bravo. I loved every word.

[Ed Hart]

based on the evidence

[Robin]

You are a rare soul , an oracle poet , who needs no muse , for the inkwell you draw from is of the Gods ...

as always , amazing poetry from the Ark One