I See Nothing

The insidious soot of battle clogged the skies,

all around, iridescent embers glowed

amongst the bodies and bloodied blades.

Faces unrecognised were all that showed

deathly grins set these frightening shades.

Is this what it’s like when one dies

on the field of battle?

A life ebbed away in a blood-chocked rattle.

The meek and the mighty humbled

By the clash of steel, spear and chariot wheel

Pillars of wisdom crumbled.

And now to sleep…

Dressed in swan shift

I chase the morning star

and journey with the sky serpent

to where the dawn begins. 

In the land blessed with breezes

through the fields of Aaru I walk.

Reed topped souls dancing life

back into Weary bones of ivory.

Lifted with ease by hands of

destiny to the source I look, 

Blinded by light

I enter the corridor

of the gods

balk

then see nothing.

© Paul Williams 2005