Shane Ward- Age: 19

25 March 2008

The Passive Death Watcher

The eternal dark matter of night weighs its sins upon me

because I have seen the doused flame of wicked life

becoming a messenger of cold charades.

I am the facsimile of a guileful crusader

only to protect their secrets.

I have seen the throne of hopeless voyage

only to join the coercion of pure evil

leaving a lasting impression to my mannerisms.

Now I shall drift into these darkened woods

oaken and gray

and mute myself of the misunderstandings of the Murderer’s nature.

Flickering shades of coffee black and egg white keep me immobilized while watching the terror of the ravenous Murderer striking the croaking Raven of a prey,

whose residue then consists of festering maggots enveloped by dead skin

and evidence. Relentless mantrap foe

monstrous tentacle man, guiltless, ominous

and much solidity in spirit

reciting these incantations of morbidity and death.

Body bagged

and impaled, shapeless victims.

Once again I tread these haunting nights

and sorrowful days. Decaying bodies, budding

into newfound life, blossoming, deep-rooted and returned

barricading the forest with their bliss.