Standing in the space that holds the silent
You think that you can hold the searing,
But it slips through, tearing tendons as
exposing the white of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal forming letters in the mould.
you gun, after choosing the ones you think should die-
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill into
They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads,
bodies torn by vultures ..
you are the man whose hands
are rank with the smell of death.
Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of
Ah, but it is the only way you know
Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds which
You crush life in your fist as your heart is
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the
night they steal your eye
ball hangs fallen on your cheek.
stilled; a thousand mouths are filled
green; somehow you try to speak through all the
won't come out, and you cannot frame the words
throws your fame into the flames and you are
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace.
but it is the only way you know ..........
Live by sword and you shall die so,
every life you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is what you've bought.
your room as the outriders of doom step
the impartial knife sinks in your
without malice, merely taking
you must pay the price of hate, and
Live in peace or die forever in your war-room