Pendragon
01-17-2008, 11:27 AM
Ragnarok
Wounded in the battle of life,
I lay abandoned upon the deserted field of honor,
beneath a stark, leaden sky.
I stared up into the eyes of the Grim Reaper,
and found a strange compassion
in the burning orbs within sunken sockets;
while the remaining shrivels of decaying flesh that covered the skull
writhed as they tried to form a reassuring smile;
and a skeletal hand stretched forth
in a gesture of welcome and friendship.
Not today, my friend.
Not today...
DL Harris (Pen)
© 5/1/97
Wounded in the battle of life,
I lay abandoned upon the deserted field of honor,
beneath a stark, leaden sky.
I stared up into the eyes of the Grim Reaper,
and found a strange compassion
in the burning orbs within sunken sockets;
while the remaining shrivels of decaying flesh that covered the skull
writhed as they tried to form a reassuring smile;
and a skeletal hand stretched forth
in a gesture of welcome and friendship.
Not today, my friend.
Not today...
DL Harris (Pen)
© 5/1/97