Deimos
It took him instances to remember that the blood wasn’t real every time he saw it behind his eyes.
A haunting schism, burning in the fragments of residual guilt, as he put on his gloves and moved through the streets, companions trailing behind him. A purpose to his stride, beyond the assistance in moving bodies or quietly mourning or offering his condolences to the soldiers’ families; those were already done, committed, with his head bowed low. A maneuvering piece, a portion he felt he could commit to – small, but necessary, as he advanced upon the broken gates.
How many times had they repaired these? How many times had the walls seen war and bloodshed and carnage?
A passing glance to his guards at the entrance was given, a residual nod as his feet carried him towards the battered wood, hands already lifting splintered and fractured portions – turning them over and over again. When he didn’t see crimson, when he didn’t feel the bile pooling in the back of his throat, he persisted, bringing the brimming earthen incantations back to form – just as they always had, readily responding to his call.
A haunting schism, burning in the fragments of residual guilt, as he put on his gloves and moved through the streets, companions trailing behind him. A purpose to his stride, beyond the assistance in moving bodies or quietly mourning or offering his condolences to the soldiers’ families; those were already done, committed, with his head bowed low. A maneuvering piece, a portion he felt he could commit to – small, but necessary, as he advanced upon the broken gates.
How many times had they repaired these? How many times had the walls seen war and bloodshed and carnage?
A passing glance to his guards at the entrance was given, a residual nod as his feet carried him towards the battered wood, hands already lifting splintered and fractured portions – turning them over and over again. When he didn’t see crimson, when he didn’t feel the bile pooling in the back of his throat, he persisted, bringing the brimming earthen incantations back to form – just as they always had, readily responding to his call.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
