Some poems just stick in my mind, never as clear as I wish, never as complete as I intend. |
-The Hounds In Shades- by Keaton Foster Lifeless trees Devoid of leafs Skeletons of wood Casting shadows Offering a broken view All reality set askew Breaking up the mundane Leaving my mind to say Is what I see so real Or it what I see something else In the distance Closer and closer yet There are hounds Beast bound by a code Ruthless killers of souls Masters of death Barbarians at the gate Between living and the end Right now I can hear them I can see their fractured shapes Broken beasts no less terrifying Creatures devoid of souls Creatures of true purpose Unleashed They are coming for me They will be here soon Upon my bones they’ll feast Discarding my flesh Refusing my very soul They’ll scatter me Both far and wide I’ll never be found No one will ever know That I A man once so damn alive Is now very much dead After they are done After they have their fill Of me and my bones They’ll go back To whence they came Back into the lifeless woods Back into forever’s bosom Maybe I could flee At least I could try I could burn the woods downs Kill every lifeless tree standing Decimate every place of hiding I could destroy it all In one terrifying swoop Certainly I am capable What a man will do to survive Should never be underestimated Maybe destruction would stop them Then again Maybe it would just delay them I’m really not sure But I know one thing absolute One fact that cannot be ignored One truth that must be honored Quickly I’d better decide The hounds in shades Are coming this way I can hear them gasp for breath I can hear them hunger for a death I can sense the madness they bring Their feet trounce across the ground Their muscular bodies Are for a moment weightless The yellow eyes burn the darkness Their crooked, some broken fangs display The totality of all that they’ve done From the sound there are a dozen Brutal killers coming this way All of them sent for me Who unleashed them and why Is something I’m sure I could ask But I’m quite certain the answer Would do nothing to stave off The hunger that they have for me I am doomed unless I act Unless I do something to fend off The darkness of everything that comes From a place devoid of the sun From a place where no shadows reside But where true death is defined… The Hounds In Shades Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |