and now
as i ready myself
to face my death
my enemy stands
ready
and perfect
thoughts
since childhood
in preparation
for this moment
a sword
hanging
above my head
a lullaby
suckled
on mortality
and weaned
to be a vengeful
ghost
cold lightning
drawn
from the storm
on my hip
i ride the wind
onto the field
the name of my master
my only prayer
cherry blossoms
raining down
to wash away
my fear
and though
we both die
today
i find perfection
in my enemy
our mingled blood
making us
brothers
all life
a dream
this end
the only
reality
and though
we both die
today
i find perfection
in my enemy
our mingled blood
making us
brothers
Well done!
Thought provoking and beautifully penned, this leaves me wondering, is the enemy...I?
Love your strong, vivid imagery. "Cold lightning/drawn/from the storm/on my hip" is particurly effective
WELL DONE!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)