The Marie Celeste
Smokey shadows invade my mind;
flitting memories of troubled times
that lurk in foggy streets and dreams
to prey upon my soul it seems.
Blurred emotion rears its head
with appetite for pain unfed;
laughter dies in agony;
blunted whispers torture me
and I can’t see the sky.
Oh why now, from slumber rise
to stir my senses, yet blind my eyes
and prod my flesh, bold succubi…
Appear from darkness, carnage seek,
to ply your wares upon the weak,
to rip asunder men of hope
whose heart-strings serve you now as rope
with which to hang and slowly choke
and witness as you smile.
Begone ye demons of a past
where good men quarrel as lots are cast,
to share the spoils, the bones, the meat,
the severed head that tastes defeat
yet screams, still,
away from me, a cynic now I’ll never be,
but gouge my eyes for I still see
the ugliness inside.
And so contentment breathes again
upon my face and I have slain
the Beast of Chaos, turned to stone,
a statue of the times once known,
whose shadow now will mark my time,
from yesterday. Tomorrow’s mine.