The Hand

The Hand

In a world filled with the filth of
prejudice, injustice, inequality, war, blood and death,
I rise.

From the bleakness of poverty and the darkness of despair,
my spirit screams against the chains of indifference;
the ignorance and complacency of inaction.

The predators of the streets, the opportunists, the profiteers,
the arrogant rich, the prideful and perverse.
I am your nightmare given form, your dread given the shape of Night.
You stand on the neck of all Mankind, a stranglehold you will not release
without a fight.
So be it. The choice is made.
I rise.

For the humble, the victimized, the blood of the innocent
and the justice long denied them,
May Heaven forgive me, I rise.

I am the Darkness.
The Vengeance.
the Harvest of your Evil seeds.
Let Hell and all who worship it, beware.
I rise.

May Heaven have mercy, for I will not.
Watch the wall.
The writing begins.
I rise.


The Hand
© 2004 Robert L. Ward
from self-titled graphic novel
Michelangelo