The Children of Twilight
I danced with death for a moment,
Dressed in a sheik metallic guise.
In the absence of life's petty presence,
Death spoke freely for a while.
In daily struggles, humanity forgets
The joke of life in his mirthless glee;
Bending low, with ragged breath,
Placing on pedestals man's fecal dreams,
Life yells, "Weep for the death of your fathers"
Death whispers, " Be glad,
They no longer struggle to navigate mirages' seas."
As death approached, he whispered to me,
"I will tell you of your falling
And the dispossession of my seed
Remove the blindfold from your eyes
I will show you the nation of the bloody sea.
"Life's children are the offspring of greed,
White is their traitorous color
The vacuous absence of all life's hue.
Abscise, corruptor of creation,
Destruction is their vice,
Their sport is the murder of Twilight's Children
Stumbling, drunk on the blood of mutilated nations.
"The seed of life finds no rest,
Pushed by an unseen chain-gang
Never full-- the need for destroying
Kill till they are killed by their zest
Yet they find no rest in their mutated cycle
Death does not embrace them in peace
They are cast out to reemerge as the rancid seed."
I stumbled out from metal's jaws
Grasping the air I breathed
I Begged death to stop, but with a smile he said,
"My silence may soon be complete,
Listen to my warning for the moment
Judge if my visions deceive
For your path may lock you out eternally.
"My teaching you have heard and understood
Life's path would ensnare your spirited search
Though your heart is held by Twilight's Children
Your hands are bloody destroying my seed."
Copyright © Brian Olinger | Year Posted 2005
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