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Blades of grass that seem to cut
Not gentle like one would expect
Before droplets of blood fall
Sweat runs from my brow
Earnestly I lick my salty lips
Anticipation awaits curiously
As daffodils surround me
Bowing down and staring in reluctance
While I lay about in the morning dew
Pondering the silence
It is the calm before the storm
As blood flows from my wound
Upon the ground it falls generously
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
As though it were a fallen star
Upon such shores it rests
What places it has traveled to
Beyond the waves and crests
The beckoning of the tides
In an ocean vast as the sky
Reflections in likeness to rainbows
Oblivious to gulls that cry
A world where there is no song
Yet the vibrations of the whale drone
Lulling of waves crashing on shores
The sandbar seems to moan
Only the lighthouse seems to listen
In the shadows it silently stands
Looking down upon the fallen stars
That have come from distant lands
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
He sits upon a cold throne
Birth came from discarded placentas
Placed upon the heap
His bloody evil mind lives
Behind eyes of terror
Torn flesh of his victims
Digesting within his belly
In the cold place where he dwells
The hearts of many who wandered
Innocence is no excuse
At the end of their journey
They remain within the clutches
Nimble fingers grasping for me
In the chilled air
Towards warm flesh that is fresh
Seeking to devour me in his hunger
Confirming that all my thoughts
Within my youth were correct
Vexation is upon the world
In many forms it thrives
Concealing itself behind the veil
Lurking always lurking
Patiently waiting for me to stumble
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved