Final Frost Of The Damned

[Deciviel]

Here's a story-like poem about a fallen dictator.




Listen to the lonesome winds, hear them howl like a lone siren echoing the angst of a forbidden living. See the stars in the blackened sky, taunting and laughing at the lonesome fellow who dwells below in the forest. Feel the cold, dark whips of frost as a new snow brings in a bitter cold. His fingers raw with a blistering freeze, his eyes dreary with mounting age. With a slight hump and a crooked shuffle, he moans a voiceless torture, the only evidence his frozen breath.
Can you hear the coyotes howling yonder? Yes, they are on the prowl. They are the watchers of the night, hunters of the golden moon. But the lonesome man cannot hear their howls as he hears nothing but his anguishing thoughts, his deafness as if a way of atoning the screams of a wretched life. Liver spots and scars embellish his face, his skin as tattered as a worn washcloth used to clean the blood of the innocent.
The coyotes come closer, smelling what will soon be.
His crooked legs support no more his corpselike form, and he falls to the now ice drenched earth. The snow has come, and with it comes the absence of comfort, the desecration of a last luxury. His rags, tattered and torn, fall from his skeletal physique, draping the rocks with a cloak of unfelt warmth, as the rocks remain as cold as tombstones. The few gray hairs on his pasty head are adorned with dirt, twigs and leaves. His bony arms grip the ground with an almost laughable futility.
And still the coyotes come ever closer.
His rotten nails, jagged with a golden hue, become brittle and break from his callous hands and pathetic feet. His heart, deaf to the cries that once hounded him day and night, beats at a decreasing tempo. His torso falls, pierced by jagged rocks that lay beneath him. And as the moon glows and the stars glitter and the snow covers the dirt and the rooster signals the approaching dawn and the old man�s bloody and battered corpse lay limp underneath a frozen blanket,
The coyotes feast.

[voyager rules!]

My god. that was excellent!
hey, you should write some more!
Wish I could write like that!