Birthing The DemonLaying on a patch of summer-warmed weeds,Birthing The Demon3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
along the length of the gentle caress
of the mid-day breeze,
I close my eyes.
Time - it has come,
approaching from the east.
Silently stalking a path from
the shadowy wood that I had once walked.
My breath moves slow and deep,
with the peace that comes with calamity.
Deep within, the ichor will seep,
an unease oozing to fill waiting lungs.
If I wished to I could cease this
journey of a haunted soul.
This ache, the maddening kiss
of an ancient loss grown familiar.
What stops me, I wonder,
watching a lazy dragonfly flit.
Waves of pain roll in as thunder
across the turbulent atmosphere of thought.
No longer do dreams seem right.
I, having released them in
surrender to Mara of the Night,
forfeited claim to that land of a contented people.
I close my eyes again, and feel
the rumble of an angry god pounding
amidst the bounty of an ironic morning meal.
Staring at the putrid spew, I cry out in vain as this final rending begins.