Dark Poetry \"Fallen\" by Tina McFarlane

On the barren earth

Robbed of Sight and Purpose

He pulls himself along

To future uncertainty

Blood of Brothers

Bathe his face

Clasp to his chest

With their last Breath

Curses for the Beast

Whose foulness laid his blade

In pieces 

Smells of smoke and sinew

He hears the cries

Of those who don’t know they’re Dead

Until there is a Silence

Unnatural still and sudden

He who felt nothing

Now feels Dread

With swiftness and Mercy

Is dispatched

Blade wiped across his empty chest

Beast is now Man

Naked in emotion and form

Head bowed to chest

Leaving his enemy 

To the Gods who bore him

He continues on

A Solitary shape

In a wasteland of blood and bone

Full of Guilt 

For acts of death

Promised under solemn Vow

As morning rise gives Light

Dark remains

And stains he shall always bear