in the chill of death's storm

when is it all to end?
when will we see peace?

on a dark morning
my sun remains hidden
behind the last eclipse of your dying soul
the stars have lost their wishes
and bloodied lambs rot unattended
on the altar of your faded emotions
for sacrifice is a tool against faith
and I am the cradle for the innocence
that you would destroy

but I relish the chill of death's storm...

look one last time deep into my eyes
see the reflection of stagnant hope
and tell me that my heart is worthless
good enough only to nourish
the mulch of your indifference

when it is all to end?
when will I see peace?


in the chill of death's storm
[2008.17.4...a]
N-E Poem n° 37