Do you dream
With your ear
Pressed to the
Icy metal tracks?
Or is it your throat
That you lay against
The frozen line of metal
Stretching into the wintery
Land covered in ice and snow?
.
Do you wait for moaning horn
Crying its laments through the
Conifers gazing skyward through
Endless feet of crushing, wet snow?
No, there is no pre-emptive mourning.
Not for you, for the creature that's pulse
Quickens with the galloping approach of
Death and her chariot of bloodthirsty horses,
Stallions dragging misfortune down the roads
Until every fool is on their knees begging for the
Tracks that you have so expertly claimed for yourself.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (3)
This is so great. I love the format you chose, it intensifies the building pace and frenetic energy. It's like a chase down the lines.
Oooo, those last four lines were my favourite!
Very powerful and descriptive words.