Diagnosis II


The Sword of Damocles
Hovering over me.
A companion of mine
As I journey through the trees
On this midnight road.

The axe, sharpened,
Glints in the moonlight,
Glimmers as cold as a scythe.
Cradled like a babe in the embrace of the executioner
Who waits at the end of the night.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.