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I danced the dance of thieves across her chest,

And stole the small pearl from her fiery breath

So, then I sat on the piles of richs she would sooner betray than keep

The man never lived after the war he just survived. The despair about his companions from the war, and the doubt that the war is truly over are just a part of him now. In a wood seemingly on a stroll, he is hit by a scent that is a good smell, but yet not so good. He smells the scent of autumn, filled with the sweet smell of fermenting leaves, and the rotten stench of mold. Then he remembers back to that fall those few years ago. It was a sweet thing, the war, the honor. But then it turned rotten with the blood and guts of men on either side who were killed. He is taken back to the all too familiar place, then suddenly the earie silence crashes in. He is panicking, feeling the overwhelming feeling of being alone. Wont something move? Won’t something bring this man a feeling that he is not alone? No, nothing does, nothing cries, stirs, calls, or flies. The overwhelming sensation of nothingness. Causes him to go back, remembering the wood that had once been just like this, but when he saw it was marred, burnt, scratched, and very often smashed to smithereens. Then the screams, how they pierce the silence and everything was dark and dirty and it hurt even to be there. The nothing, where death took reign and they dared him, taunted, and even mocked death. But then, they did die, Death did take their offer. The time the survivor spent with them, all gone, and with it the warmth of day and all there was the darkness, all that he knew was night, but not a night with peace, oh no this was a night with reverberating screams that came through and shook the night, there would be no rest for the weary tonight. Ha! But there would be, oh yes, he is willing death to take him. To spare him, death would never, there is no way to thwart death. He always wants to die, yearns for it, cries yells hollers and screams, but the answer is no! he will be spared death will not take his hand, he will be made and feel the guilt, so aptly named survivors guilt. He is ready to die to be with his friends. But, He says, “Death, yes, terror of Death. If I make a fool out of you, if I took leave of life just to spite you, you would have to take me, you will choke me”. Home can’t be safe if he is taken away from safe and is brought back to the wood. It causes pain and pain is rarely a good thing, and it tortures him to do this. Is it safe? No! because it’s the trees’ faults for making him remember, and it is their faults that his friends are dead. So they are covered with it, the death, blood of his friends and now him.

No matter who you are, no matter where you are, one day you will see me. One day, sooner than you think I will come to you with a message, of pain or peace. I will take then your hand and guide you through the veil, the door, the cloak. Some will have given up willingly, their last moments play back in their eyes, some with a heart break so strong that it was seen as an earthquake and they leap in to my arms so easily, and some with a last great breath last joyful tear last loving kiss last and final word who perished in a hospital bed, their days well spent and the glory days far gone. Still there are some who are less willing who won’t accept their fate, like the lady who was jogging on the sidewalk when a driver ran off the road and hit her, or that middle aged man was too handy with his fists and whose grown son hit a breaking point. Yes, I too have lived and I have died as well. I perished with crimson roses growing on my bathroom floor. Then I became a messenger, the first thing you see when you pass through the veil.

Locked in prison with no escape,

keeping track of long lost days.

where will my weary soul reside,

when there is nothing left inside.



Who will want my painful soul,

whose actions made of me a fool,

can i ever live with myself,

or in eternal darkness dwell



can the light of truth free me,

or all alone will i ever be

the fate of my life is long gone

for i have done too much wrong