Silence was cut
the red glowing thorn
rotated in palm,
Shadow stood throated.
A mist of grey blood
easing from dead larynx
it squealed and attempted
to dirty the blade
transparent hands moving
from neck to blade
wiping vigorously
...
"still hot"
spoke the relaxed smith
as streaks of grey
burnt off bright steel
"She will come, or won't.
I don't control that.
I keep this ready;
I don't chase thought."
Shadow staggered-
-half fell out of the room
down a hallway
before starting to wretch
The resounding clash
began again, tearing
over the shadows,
fading whispers of ruin
folding again and again
the hot metal passed
from one hardness
to the next, through placed blows.
All paused in time
the smith,
"She will come...Or she won't."
The hammer went down.
FIN
1 comment:
numbers 3 and 4 are so wicked awesome man! who is "she"? that is the only thing that i dont understand. maybe u can explain it to me sometime. keep on goin
peace~ mike b
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