by Joseph Armstead

The Alpha and the Omega,
unto ash they are made,
craven shadows, shattered
specters,
obedient hounds of despair,
huntsman gone a’haunting,
broken souls,
and they weep
acid rain.

The music plays…

1) Nergal’s Nightwalk

Across the barren plain, it echoes

Infinity, the naked impermanence of the species
gathers a thousand prayers into one hollow voice
and drops it just below the pitch of
Heaven’s ears,
unheard, unrewarded, lonely,
one fragile cry
from the orphaned hopeful

Sitting on a Rock of Ages, the Pilgrim
plays a ghostly tune
on a flute of carved bone,

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