Life and Death
The Pale Rider
Astride an ashen horse,
a raven perched on his shoulder,
and a melancholy moon
beaming down gray shadows,
He held a gleaming scythe
in one hand, and in his other,
a damning edict from Hades,
the Lord of the underworld.
He was spurring on across
some god-forsaken terrain
leaving the winds wailing in his wake.
He was racing against time
to ensnare one more good soul
before the rise of the sun,
to knock on one more door
before a sliver of sunbeam
shine upon the morning dew.
He had his eyes ablaze
set upon the doomed soul
and his errand foreordained.
But the entire universe works
toward salvaging a righteous soul
who repents his past wrongdoings
The sun rose over the eastern horizon
and warded off the onslaught of
the condemnation to Hadean eternity…
as death dissipates with the mist of dawn.
~Contest: A Brian Strand July 22
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