Night Terror

Fire!

Leaked from the stars

The endless night

Raged

At the thought of light

Awake!

Men of Steel

Stand sharp and tall!

A thousand teeth

Unsheath and set themselves

To work on flesh that now hangs from bone

The hot fangs melting steel to skin

Awake men!

Stand sharp and tall!

The light will come for us

In the end

Stacking Shelves

I’m bored of the minutes

Time shooting fast bullets

Some I miss

 

I think of the glory

Fighting for a flag

While my every move is anticipated

By other men

Like pawns on a chessfield

But surely getting shot

Is better than stacking shelves

 

Used and tossed away

With a pittance

Locked up in some retirement home

At the age of 40

 

But surely it’s better than stacking shelves

 

 

A Samurai’s Tsunami

Helmet of insect horn

Armour made as hard as ants

Mask crafted by demons

Deep in their seven hells

And a long sword

Restrained within it’s scabbard

Smithed from the smoothest of waters

Calm yet vicious

He releases it

Upon his foes

It’s waves hit enemy after enemy

A relentless tsunami

His dead opponents

Hang from his sword

Adding their weight to it

A ghastly gift

Each wave harder to send

But hitting even stronger

Wanting their blood to mingle

Within its shores

Sometimes when father lets me

Touch his sword

I can hear them all moan in unison

Begging for more blood