Prayer Chain Red

Prayer Chain Red

October 8, 2009

Prayer Chain Red

Prayer Chain Red
What will your last words be?

"Tomorrow, My Love"

A shadowed boy stands facing the gaping valley.
His sword is at his side, its death blade
reflecting the hurried grass.
He whistles for his white steed
waiting
near the shaded grove of red oaks.
His love, a diamond wrapped in pleasant dreams,
sleeps soundlessly on satin sheets.
He will die today
with his belly split in a rocky ravine,
his horse a broken beast,
alone.

She will rise in chains,
as morning thunders through her flesh,
her hands
stabbing prayers at the sun.

They will meet again
in cotton sleep,
where shimmering stars
cannot find them.

I nearly died last June, thought I was dying in the ambulance, and all I could think of (couldn't speak) was, "What day is it? It's the date of my death and it's important, I should know this, What DAY is it?" A very surreal experience and I had truly hoped for something a bit more profound.

Buk, I keep finding new favorites, for different reasons, and this is my new one. You know you really got me with the last two stanzas.

Excellent, vivid read this.x.