Master Of Fate

[Jesterhead]

In the corner beside my window
Hangs a lonely photograph,
A memory I had never noticed
Illustrating an infinite road,
Where the dark goes on forever
Born into oblivion by random existence.
It has no pattern saved
When staring at it for too long,
Out of the night that covers a wanderer
Appearing on the infinite road.
Black as the pit from pole to pole
With a bloody but unbowed head
And an unconquerable soul.
When we exists, he does not
And when he exists, we do not,
He is nothing to you, but final words.
The final words from him,
Will be the first from you.
And so there is a comfort in silence
When his dead eyes stare back at you,
Through the horror of the shade,
Beyond infinite wrath and infinite tears
Lies the menace of the years
And yet he will find me unafraid.
It matters not the empty dream
Or the most awful of all evils
Which is not shaped by metaphysical forces
No meaning save what we choose to create
Only we can be the master of fate.

[Jerrybaldy]

There is something evil in that picture for sure. But it feels conquered in the end.
line 'when we exist he do not' - should be he does not.
a dark enjoyable read Jester
cheers
JB

[hillwalker]

There's defnitely a sinister vibe running through this one - and it demonstrates your usual deft touch of painting scenes blacker than black.

[Delta40]

wow! your poem incited me to imagine a picture, stare at it intently till the lonely traveller emerged in the distance and I was able to zoom in and see his bowed bloody head. great stuff (the wallpaper, was pink daisies btw!)

[Jesterhead]

There is something evil in that picture for sure. But it feels conquered in the end.

Yes, that is the point of my poem, the wanderer is death, that is why he only exists when you don't. We can all choose not to be afraid of death and be 'the master of our own fate'. He is unconquerable because everyone dies, but even so he will find you unafraid of all evil, if you choose it to be so. Because all evil is created by the mind.

This is another Memento Mori poem.

Thank you Jerry, Hill and Delta.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Beautifully spooky poem with great metaphysical implications. Thanks