The moments drag on slowly,
melancholy their shuffling by,
no caring, no stir, no spark, no ember,
no flirting, courting, dancing sigh…
ether frozen, in acrid bloom
of thinner’s naked scent,
kerosene and pig fat, parked
around this holding, rent
of scarcely what has flown by,
fueling vapors, keeping time…
caught in mists of dawning dusk,
lack luster points in pausing rhyme…
so meet the sun’s last rays,
solemn hoof steps bearing on,
greasy grins, wanton eyes,
most doubting that the road runs on
beyond this glimpsing certain grave,
but ride, away, to battle, brave
the echoed hatred,
ebbing in a future’s drift,
no words, no poems, no silence,
suspended in this steel cold rift…
dusk overcomes the mortal,
shields the thinning veil of life
from eyes that cast the pall of death,
keeping honest broken strides,
denying peace, relentless gauge,
whispers flit in hushing waves,
there break the ground in somber pause,
one portrait lacks this moment’s cause…
but then,
in waves of mourning,
ends…
somewhere begins again…
inspired by the image – public domain wallpaper
http://www.desktopas.com/files/2013/06/Warrior-Knights-Horses-Fantasy-Art-Artwork-1920×1200.jpg
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