Riders On The Storm
Cast before the tumultuous winds
And the bone-jarring rattle of thunder
The flash of lightning
Setting the skies alight in a ghostly blue haze
Bitter smell of electricity and defeat
The fields below are red with blood
And lost unfulfilled passion
Traitorous liaisons have crippled the army
Stifled their will
Ended their fortitude
Signaled their demise
The demons laugh at the ease of their victory
So many souls now ripe for the plunder
Like sheep to be led to slaughter going happily
Peacefully
Content
Unashamed
Even as shame is their mantle, their cloak, their lives
Apathy quelled passions fear took hold
And life passed away in the pre-dawn hours of the storm
Slipping noiselessly and without notice or care
Leaving the empty husks of literary zombies
To mull their dull existence that has no honor
No feeling
No direction
No future
Just an existence under the passing storm
With its bone-jarring thunder and bright flashes of lightning
No more feeling its power and passion
Its energies expending into the dark abyss of lifeless eyes
That can see it but cannot understand it
And fear it
And wish it gone
Gone
