A Dark Soul

The river is dry and it's life suffocating
The thorns of roses pierce the blood red petals
You nourish the ghost of forsaken longing
Helpless in desire

You move through the seasons
Carried like a shadow
An echo of life's longing
Bereft and forsaken

Dispossessed you fly through terminal nights alone
A single black crow
Seeking redemption

Nightly the battle commences
Weary warriors assemble at the gates of Valhalla
But only the chosen few are welcomed through the hallowed gates

Morning strikes you like a cleavened sword
Your shield not quite ready for defensive moves
Wounded from the battle

Mind taking refuge in nihilistic offerings at the bottom of a bottle
Sparring words struck from the bosom
Weary bones that walk alone

A dark soul
I enter the soft rain of morning
Life, seeping from the cracks
Taken, without warning.