Deranged Solace

A whisper above the din

lures her into deranged solace.

Tightly woven suffering,

clutches her terrified soul in raw and impending sacrifice.

Heartbeat erratic as she

treads lightly over ill-fated land,

terrestrial and decayed with the blood of history ancient.

A vibration of forthcoming doom,

prowling vapors along the ozone veer.

Hopeless, adrift, the deities she worshiped have all disappeared.

Voices scream and call, their chorus dissonant, harmonize with the rhetoric inside her head.

Evil, abhorrent deeds so wretched, tarnish the twilight with streaks of red.

Blood and blight steeped so deep through withered time, transcends

Fossilized memories hold beautiful cadavers enshrined.

The guardians of her mortality are deaf to her pleas and her misery, blind.

Their tears burdened and capture on the dense green, like dew.

Through the saga appalling, the veil parts and makes room.

A pond of liquid light draws her

to its crimson depths.

She touches the tip of a knife to her tongue to taste.

Blood sweet mingles with carbide -cold as the tears she held.

Now a cascade of glistening sorrow in torrential swells

She wails in agony to the heavens for neglecting her.

The words tangled in the copses and sent asunder.

Her voice carries like an arrow piercing the strife.

Sins loathsome and unjust,

encumbered in a woeful plight.

Her skin so pale against the

gloomy vista dense

Blue veins imply vitality

billow in repulsive defense

A soft gasp is heard, the sinking of the blade.

Once, twice, until her blood spills the soil with dread

The serenity comes as memories fade-

and the Angels, who failed her, take her last breath.