Battle Ground

Free verse. No rhyme scheme.

Battle Ground

The metal glints
As the rays of light
Sweep across its horizon
And invite the voices of my past

Screams echo in the pitch black air,
Nail the abyss of my heart.
Moans oppress me with their heaviness,
Eat away at the edges of my eyes.

Piety of the memoir
On the steel’s hilt
Was the devil’s call.
Beauty of its sharp edge
Dragged me in tendrils of gloom.

Drip, Drip, Drip
Liquefaction of my soul 
Floods the reservoir of blood
Weakens my knees –
Defeats my disdain of compassion.

I turn,
Lost into oblivion.
She looks up at me,
Gloating at my defeat.

Silence!
It stares back at me --
A soulless being
For eternity.