Darkened Doorways

Darkened Doorways He’d walked this trail in dreams before sniffed hungrily at each locked door across the country shore to shore from rocky coasts to mountains core felt the populations sigh huddling in fear of breaking dawns their children used as rulers pawns white crosses dotting barren lawns while grieving mothers slowly die. Although he saw the sadness grow he walked no faster, nor more slow for it was not his job to know which way the fatal wind might blow just march in flowing cape of black cast his shadow on their fate unmindful of their time or date or those who stand alone and wait nor count the ones not coming back. For he alone with sharpened scythe carries his darkness through the light that cries to those in spirits fright in tunnel visions final sight dimming the light of then and now erasing all that might have been forgiving all of final sin that death will someday lose, not win death’s scythe and cape take final bow. for Isaiah Zerbst - The Lady of Shalott – Poetry contest 9/9/2014