Eastern Shadows

I hang in suspended decent
Over the bottomless chasm of uncertainty
In my heart, the sentence of death
Sysiphus, my destiny

Twisted knots of fear-induced paralysis
Consumes the inner yearnings of starving desolation
Yet with fierce composure presses
The force of breathless resignation
Anticipation drained to dregs
Of bitter suffocation

Death engulfs, with hell to swarm
With face as flint and blood blade-worn
A fastened jaw, a thorn embraced
The beating heart of hope enraged
A cry of justice silenced, torn
From life itself, cut, scalped and shorn
The blood of hope poured over coal
With murdered oaths and vows untold

A screech, a cry, from sky above
A shadowed form to shield the sun
With wings outstretched to hide the day
My dying sight - a Bird of Prey