Cloak and Dagger.

A dagger is most comfortable
when hidden in the dark.
Cloaks are deft shields
For those of ill intent.
A cop has a flashlight
to scare away the knives–
But not everything hidden
Is revealed by man’s fight.

For I tread a fine line
Between Heaven and Hell–
Casting a long shadow
Between here and eternity.
Only bridge across the gap,
is a coated wooden plank
covered in a dead man’s blood
and filled with iron nails.

Millions stand aloft in a valley
that is called “threshing sledge”.
Stroll along this rolling sphere,
and see the souls about to die.
I see an arrow drunk with blood,
And a great harlot that is the same.
Though Justice is nailed to a pillar,
She will be freed upon that day.

So much, then, for your scheming,
All Evil will be put to shame.
All things hidden will be revealed–
cloaks torn and knives dismembered.
The arrow conquers the harlot
as one City replaces the other.
And so the storybook will fold,
as the page turns to tell another.

{CK}

Rain and Dust.

Dust drifiting by on a once fertile plain.  Burning letters scream “Help me!” at an unwavering sky.  The clouds open to swallow the smoke, as the silent prayer reaches heaven.  A desperate figure stares at the ocean of air above his head, awaiting for some unknown relief. 

Messenger.

‘Tis greuling trials
That mark men’s souls.
Imported words
Don’t carry the weight
Of a full ton of Brick.

Learn by experience
to know your roles.
Simple sentence
With a little fire
May yet ignite a wick.

Strain against chains
and wrought iron poles
A Champion
With a victory
Will cure the sick.

Isolation leaves us cold.
Our limits reached,
Our spirits breached,
We say “To Hell with the World.”

Flee then the coming wrath.
Sit yourself in the dust
With such somber face
And grieve with the last.

Stay awak, stay awake–
Sit with me and bleed!
Feel a burden
to free your soul.
Keep running, keep running–
or give up your ground!
Live your life
Or accept the masque.

{CK}