Do you dream
With your ear
Pressed to the
Icy metal tracks?
Or is it your throat
That you lay against
The frozen line of metal
Stretching into the wintery
Land covered in ice and snow?
.
Do you wait for moaning horn
Crying its laments through the
Conifers gazing skyward through
Endless feet of crushing, wet snow?
No, there is no pre-emptive mourning.
Not for you, for the creature that's pulse
Quickens with the galloping approach of
Death and her chariot of bloodthirsty horses,
Stallions dragging misfortune down the roads
Until every fool is on their knees begging for the
Tracks that you have so expertly claimed for yourself.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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