Medieval

Anger the mind
Rip out the eyes
Sunder my scars
In moonlight
When heaven’s dead
You’ll be right there
For the last time I have

She shipwrecked her son
Left me behind
Silent the words
Deaf to my ears
Leaving only
Cinders here

Ripped through my heart
Pointing my gun
These words of lead
Serrated edge

Seems I’m out of time
Should have been with the sun
In a shaded glen
Where she lies dead
And rage was everything

© 2006, Mosquitobyte