I am a wraith,
vengeful spirit of the Night
floatingly graceful
as I slay the damned
with the ferocity
of a hateful Death,
anger scintillating
in the cold wind
of Winter's night,
Forever falling
through the lonely ether
faster than light
but nowhere going
in eternal Nothing.
I move like Death's purpose
hands destroying
God's beloved creation
until blood saturates
and flesh satiates
my soul.
There is a sickening snap
wet and warm
as bones are pulverized
beneath my fury.
Briefly I cherish a scream
as empathic pain fills the void
before Life ends
and True Life begins.
Hollow, I wander
flying the Night
in sadistic ecstasy.
I reach out
my weightless arm --
moving faster than angels roam
yet to my senses
is slower than Time --
and caress the naked flesh
of Fate.
Writhing
impossibly moving
so fast and so slow
approaching Infinite
and falling towards Zero
struggling to escape
the colors of Nothing
and I wonder
what I am fighting
and realize I don't know,
but continue despite,
knowing that to stop
is Death
and beyond: Pain
I am fighting
for peace
for rest
and so I have become Death,
destroyer of Worlds.

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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