Thursday, October 27, 2005

Tempered

No prisoners.
We both understood
instinctively
that we fought
with weapons subtler
crueller
more elemental
than any modern horror.
Words we spoke
were more than
pointed
they were
tempered
balanced
honed sharp
and true
barbed
and thrown across
the space between us
with deadly intent.

We were both surprised
at the amount of blood
souls harbour.

1 comment:

Day Dreamer said...

tragic and true.

Awesome, heartfelt work.