The Bargain
What a fallen soldier would do to protect who he loves most.

Walk along with these empty eyes
Nothing left for there to fear
Crowds surround beneath these darkened skies
Whispers heard from the demons in your ear
To slowly disappear would be easy to do
Why run from all that haunts these steps tonight
Not wanted here because nothing's left that's true
Always gunned up for that return and a fight
Crawled through the fire to return
Waiting was too much for one to have asked
Feel the heart in my chest begin to burn
Unknown to what my return has me tasked
Why come back when hell was such a relief
A sense of place gives one their new resolve
Brimstone smoldering embers on flesh so brief
Coming back to a place through a door that does revolve
Wasted not is this chance to rise and matter
When needed, I felt your heart reach through time
Busted from hell amid such a horrible clatter
Knowing a part of you must still be mine
Memories of what once did brightly shine
A time before both felt the heat rising from below
Jumping in front of that bullet was a sacrifice that was mine
Sucked into the pit known that you'd never know
Your words of need echoed into the depths of despair
Agree would I to be a new soldier for he
The loss of what was still rings as unfair
But when called by you, not to come was not in me
They stalk you as I watch their moves on the floor
You are unaware of us around you
Following them through Dante's door
They'll regret what they were going to do
Not heroic, that's not who I am ever
For my own, I'd risk Hell's very wrath
To escape from its grasp, I may not be that clever
As a soldier of below, I'll walk this unholy path
Gone was I
But now I'm here
They will soon know how to die
My love, you need not fear
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.




Comments (1)
I Gehena (gotta hand it to--hey, they sound a little alike) you, Jason, that's one Hell of a poem.