The last crusade of Antonius
I've been meaning to watch The Seventh Seal for years. Finally did and got a new poem out of it.
In this empty forest
Full of silence
And awful discovery
Nothing moves
But for chequered stratagem
Looking for one last sign
Of wingéd seraphim
Painted proofs of a
Suffering God or
Even a single, simple
Seance with
Lucifer, forever alone,
The only one
Who might know.
...
No wind
No sound
No voice
But your own
In the darkness.
...
Suddenly a terrible
Light
Looms above the forest
And sounds to stop
Your heart, more awful
Than even silence
Sends you fleeing back
To the stonewall safety of
Darkness, your hands find
A fallen branch
Damp with death
Dirt and decay
In your own hands
This fallen wormwood
Wards away
The terrible sound
And burns the light
The grey.
...
With your own hands
...
Carve an idol
Of your fear
And call it
God.
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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