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The Revenant.
Creaking of a taught noose swaying
Faces of grisly glee in flambeau glow
As a figure in slumber opens his eyes
After a dream of events from long ago.
From lifeless windows of a house
A darkened gaze penetrates beyond
Piercing through the gloom
Willing imprisoning daylight to end.
Slowly yawns a door groaning
A threshold to a void deep within
With suddenness is birthed a man
A stumbling new-born from a prison.
A graveyard of a town is all around
Where only skeletal timbers remain
Creeping vines hang like loose skin
A forest of trees have grown to reclaim.
Conducting a howling discord
As windswept branches sway
Inflaming a past once confined
Moulding his thoughts like clay.
A sense clears a muddled mind
For a key to leave is near at hand
Trapped with bones of the dead
He in rage committed to the ground.
Headlights probe a wooded road
A car with a lost soul driving
Cursing his luck on such a night
As a sudden storm is looming.
Trees seemingly closing in
Become menacing in appearance
Branches wave wildly thrashing
As if angered by his presence.
Cacophonous screams heightens fear
As suddenly the radio comes to life
Lost in a nightmarish version of reality
He fails to see a figure in the lights.
Through hissing steam appears a man's head
Upon a torso dragged by his knuckles
Drumming out an eerie beat as he lurches
With every movement forward he chuckles.
Back into his seat the driver retreats
As eyes mine the depths of his fear
Frozen in place, staring into a face
Of hate deep seated unfelt before.
With a lunge of such violent force
Disintegrating the glass on impact
Looking at each other in silence
With features of such different aspect.
One smells the bouquet of fear
A rope burn scar about his neck
The other of deathly corruption
His grasp of the world collapsed.
Drawn into the dilating eyes of this revenant
Memories form and play like little vignettes
A woman cradling her pregnancy smiling
A baying crowd and a noose around his neck.
His love afloat face down beneath a pier
Set a raging curse of a bloodlust that burned
Revenge left unquenched for not all were slain
Imprisoned here till last of a bloodline returned.
Slowly eyelids close as curtains to a show
Gently bows the head of a tragic creature
A snaking vapour emerges from a last breath
Absorbed through eyes of the last survivor.
Morning awakes an aching fragile mind
All that was is gone as if all was a dream
In the mirror upon his neck a scar he sees
With a whisper ‘you're mine' comes a scream.
Faces of grisly glee in flambeau glow
As a figure in slumber opens his eyes
After a dream of events from long ago.
From lifeless windows of a house
A darkened gaze penetrates beyond
Piercing through the gloom
Willing imprisoning daylight to end.
Slowly yawns a door groaning
A threshold to a void deep within
With suddenness is birthed a man
A stumbling new-born from a prison.
A graveyard of a town is all around
Where only skeletal timbers remain
Creeping vines hang like loose skin
A forest of trees have grown to reclaim.
Conducting a howling discord
As windswept branches sway
Inflaming a past once confined
Moulding his thoughts like clay.
A sense clears a muddled mind
For a key to leave is near at hand
Trapped with bones of the dead
He in rage committed to the ground.
Headlights probe a wooded road
A car with a lost soul driving
Cursing his luck on such a night
As a sudden storm is looming.
Trees seemingly closing in
Become menacing in appearance
Branches wave wildly thrashing
As if angered by his presence.
Cacophonous screams heightens fear
As suddenly the radio comes to life
Lost in a nightmarish version of reality
He fails to see a figure in the lights.
Through hissing steam appears a man's head
Upon a torso dragged by his knuckles
Drumming out an eerie beat as he lurches
With every movement forward he chuckles.
Back into his seat the driver retreats
As eyes mine the depths of his fear
Frozen in place, staring into a face
Of hate deep seated unfelt before.
With a lunge of such violent force
Disintegrating the glass on impact
Looking at each other in silence
With features of such different aspect.
One smells the bouquet of fear
A rope burn scar about his neck
The other of deathly corruption
His grasp of the world collapsed.
Drawn into the dilating eyes of this revenant
Memories form and play like little vignettes
A woman cradling her pregnancy smiling
A baying crowd and a noose around his neck.
His love afloat face down beneath a pier
Set a raging curse of a bloodlust that burned
Revenge left unquenched for not all were slain
Imprisoned here till last of a bloodline returned.
Slowly eyelids close as curtains to a show
Gently bows the head of a tragic creature
A snaking vapour emerges from a last breath
Absorbed through eyes of the last survivor.
Morning awakes an aching fragile mind
All that was is gone as if all was a dream
In the mirror upon his neck a scar he sees
With a whisper ‘you're mine' comes a scream.
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The Revenant.
The Revenant.