A Life Once Lost: Act IV

Life Once Lost… (Can never be reclaimed)

As evening fell and cast its shadows on

The arid plain now wet from crimson tide,

It took the culmination of the might

Of all one thousand men gathered around

To hold back Michael’s rage and take him from

The field and return Michael to the camp.

He sulked, and raged, and languished in his tent.

He raved to all around about his loss

Until his throat ran dry as Sinai’s sea

Which sank the chariots of Merneptah

And doomed their lot like Ahab’s crew who clung

For like on Queequegs pitched Coffin boat

And granted Cana’s sons safe passage to

The plain of Rephidim and holy rock

Of Mt. Horeb, where desert winds did blow

The hot and arid sands and parch the throats

Of Cana’s sons, like Michaels present plight.

When weariness o’er-took Michael at last

He fell prostrate atop his bunk and slept.

The Dream

When pensive sleep befalls Michael at last

He fades into the different world of dream.

He tossed about most frantically as dreams

Of death and misery did grab his throat

And closed its iron grip around his neck,

Choking him like a hangman’s noose whish snuffed

Jocasta’s life right out of her and left

Her swinging like the limbo of a dream.

Through unknown eyes Michael witnessed it all;

He saw himself processing through gates

Of solid, ornate, sapphire greater

Than Ishtaar’s gate in its wondrous splendor.

He watched himself during this palisade;

He marched on regally through city streets

But when he cast his eyes unto the street

He saw it paved with severed heads of those

He killed in times of war and also saw

The severed heads of those who fought for him.

He walked indifferently and left a trail

Of blood as he continued on his march.

When Michael looked about the crowd he saw

The faces of one million innocents

All staring at his noble counterpart

With eyes as dead and gone as Eleanor,

Their lives cut short, the casualties of war

Their names go on in time no more.

But all the spectators were pierced betwixt

The ribs and through the heart by fatal point

Of deadly bow and arrow fired from

The hand of Michael’s conquering armies.

Beyond the silent crowd and parade route,

The stairs and mount of the Goddess’ temple

Hold host to Raphael and Gabriel.

They stood their deaf and blind with eyes and tongue

Cut out and Michael’s sword stuck in their backs.

They did not look at him, but held their gaze

Down at the ground and stare at the gaping chasm

Betwixt them and Michel, the seal of death

Which killed their brotherhood eternally.

When Michael saw this sight he charged the mount.

He walked an air across the gap until

He fell with mere inches separating

His fallen friends from him and plunging him.

Into the dark falls out from his dream.

Woke he did and screamed in fits of rage

He tore the sheets from off his burdened bed

And rose with haste as deathly thought swam through

His mind, trying to rectify the death

Of all his friends, his consciousness burdened

With grief, he lies back down, his bed is made.

 

 

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