We Interrupt This Epic...

For a random poem, written on the spot.

These nights blur

No line between dream and life

And what lines were are now erased

By the way my mind will whir

Sleep wake faint

Do not sleep at all

Or the nightmares come

To my mind to taint

Vivid horrors from days past

Wake me shake me

Tear me up

Until I feel I won't last

I cannot scream cry sob

My tears fall but voice locks

As shadows mock me

Like a coming mob

I know these shadows by name

They've blurred my reason

Stuffed my mind

And brought me such shame

And these nights blur

No line between dream and life

And what lines were are now erased

By the way my mind will whir

My heart bleeds freely now

Torn open and shredded

Do You see me

Please sew me up somehow

Events crash around me

The pain and turmoil

Quadrupled by one's death

And my heart cries intensely

God, oh God of creation!

This burden weighs heavy

You promised it light

Mercy though I've brought damnation

And these nights blur

No line between dream and life

And what lines were are now erased

By the way these shadows whir

Wash my hands, oh Lord of Hosts

Of this sickness

Wash my hands

Of these vengeful ghosts

You love me so much despite these!

You take me up

You hold me close

And You wash me of this disease

And these nights, peace

No line between dream and sleep

And what sins were are now erased

By the way You bring release

The Great Blood Beast: Part 5

She felt warm.

Her mind groggy and weak.

Did she die?

Or was it that dream?

She felt strange, like new,

Yet her mind felt bleak.

What is happening?

She heard a voice.

Soft, smooth, serene.

Now wake, child.

Like a fluffed quilt.

Someone held her.

An attempted blink.

She breathed deep.

Wait, she thought,

Why do I smell blood?

This startled her.

She woke cautiously,

Lifting her eyes to see...

Whoa.

He giggled.

"Ah, you've come back."

"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know?

This is more than a dream."

Shock had settle in.

She didn't understand.

"It will soon be clear."

Her mind was frantic,

Not clear at all.

She willed to stand,

Only to fall.

He clasped her hand

And held her up.

Her legs were weak

And wobbled in her shock.

She thought a moment.

Who is this man?

He answered her,

"The name's Talon.

You know who I am."

She remembered

By his golden eyes.

The black jaguar

Was his disguise.

Her distrust eased,

Then she walked light.

"Hold tight"

"What?!"

"Grab my arms."

Then she knew,

His face confirmed.

They were gonna fly.

She grasped his neck,

Surprisingly tightly,

Waiting to feel air underfoot.

"You don't trust me?"

He giggled.

Her eyes shut,

Not daring to look.