Solitary Figure

by

Sekhem Psikor Strecker

A solitary figure wakes amongst the flowers dawn
And opens blackened eyelids to the golden summer morn
But beneath the skin so delicate lies the blood of intense grief
For this figure is a liar, a con, a poor and cheating thief

So many of them stolen, so many of them sold
To the devils and the demons in the frosty winter cold
And just as many taken, the other ones all have seen
The glint of knife, the stifled cry and the sticky crimson sheen

Now this blackened figure breathes with lungs encased with fire
And nails so think release so quick onto soft skin they scour
Clawing; clawing deeper now to free from hard dis-ease
Begging fantastical gods and spirits to "save my soul, please!"

The daises and roses begin to open now
Their faces turned to the figure burnt, almost at death now
Yet still moving is this figure, rustling among the grasses tall
But too weak are arms to initiate the simplest grovelling crawl

So now a solitary figure chokes amongst the flowers dawn
And wide-eyed gasps induce the past in the summer morn
And onto the breaking skin blood drips like water thick with mud
The figure is slowly dissected to serve as Lucifer's dainty cud

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by: Dr. John Celes
from: Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India

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