Bell Tower

Chills and whispers
guard my path,
darkness beckons,
I struggle
to take my next step
while time drags its feet 
behind me

The bell waits to toll,
to echo my doom into the valley 
from which I drag my weary bones; 
thunder rumbles 
in the darkened sky,
impatient, 
as it prepares to crack
at the slightest sign
of my demise 
 

Be weak!
the vulture cries
as it circles in the roiling sky
above my head,
taunting, 
goading my will
to abandon me 
at the gates of hell 
and leave me for lost

But the scrawny scavenger
will not find its feast
in the shreds 
of my flesh,
even if my fingers bleed
from clawing my way
on hands and knees
along this desolate path

For I am not defeated yet! 
 


september 2010




september 12, 2010