Here is a poem I wrote this morning. Enjoy!
He fell.
First knees, then hands, then face. Requiting earth’s hungry embrace. Thrice wounded, mortally. Thrashing and creaking and groaning. Gory mud clutches helmet, clouding eyes and kissing lips. Fingers claw the red muck. Rending, ripping, shredding, slipping. Panicked and breathless…dread.
Lost.
His all. His nothing. Love and joy, hate and pain; stolen. Forever cursed to wander alone, to face alone; weeping. Glory, honor, lacking luster. Cheated.
Slain.
By craven’s bow. By craven’s blow.
Frenzied arrows leaching life.
Snarling and spitting and raging in vain; still bellicose. Strength forsakes him. His armor his protection, now his coffin.
Still and silent. Wide-eyed-sleeping.
Dead.
Amazing imagery and powerfully emotive words. I really enjoyed this.
Thanks! I reread it once I saw you commented on it and I still like it. Probably somehting I should have kept in my journal though.