Eclipse

I’m a sacrifice;
A bargain made
Between sun and moon.
They caught me on the blindside
Setting me adrift
In the void
Outside of space and time.
But did they plot alone
The sun and moon,
For someone must have told them
About the Wolves and I.
 

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The Generals

Day 17

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Staff of General Sir Athus Sloggett who until quite recently occupied the post of D.G.M.S. with B.E.F. France via photopin (license) photo credit: Staff of General Sir Athus Sloggett who until quite recently occupied the post of D.G.M.S. with B.E.F. France via photopin(license)

Battered and bruised,
Strung out and crying,
Crapped on, confused,
They turned the guns around.
Shaking, fearful, I cower,
From yet more friendly fire.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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The Generals

Battered and bruised,
Strung out and crying,
Crapped on, confused,
They turned the guns around.
Shaking, fearful, I cower,
From yet more friendly fire.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

A six word Advent calendar – Day 14

She was mine before you came.

© 2014 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

A six word Advent calendar – Day 9

I love you only – she lied.

© 2014 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

The Usurper

We’ll call this Day 5.5 of the 30 Reblogs of November shall we…

Made of sticks and stones

I opened the door to a stranger. I could tell he was not local due to the bluish tinge to his face which obscured his features and the severed head that he held up by the hair in his left hand. I recognised the severed head immediately for it was my brother.

I had not seen my brother for over thirty years and time had not been kind to him. There were maggots where his eyes once had been and bluebottles crawled leisurely in and out of his mouth.

“Darius,” the stranger spoke, though the voice was that of my brother “it is time for you to come join me beneath the green valleys where the River Styx flows.”

“You are mistaken.” I replied shaking my head “The deal was signed with blood; yours, your children, our Mother and Father. My victory in battle and life assured for your blood…

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The Usurper

I opened the door to a stranger. I could tell he was not local due to the bluish tinge to his face which obscured his features and the severed head that he held up by the hair in his left hand. I recognised the severed head immediately for it was my brother.

I had not seen my brother for over thirty years and time had not been kind to him. There were maggots where his eyes once had been and bluebottles crawled leisurely in and out of his mouth.

“Darius,” the stranger spoke, though the voice was that of my brother “it is time for you to come join me beneath the green valleys where the River Styx flows.”

“You are mistaken.” I replied shaking my head “The deal was signed with blood; yours, your children, our Mother and Father. My victory in battle and life assured for your blood sacrifice. “

“What life is this hiding out on a mountain afraid of those you have wronged?” spoke the stranger gesturing with his right hand to the vines that grew upon the slopes of my meagre plantation.

“It is life eternal, to the end of days. A deal with the Gods.”

“Brother.” I looked up into the stranger’s face, the ghostly bones of a skull stared back at me. In his right hand he now carried a sword which glowed pale blue “I am Death. I do not recognise the Gods and only I determine the end of days.”