Chapter 11 of “The Proven Life”
From the four cardinal directions
The march begins
You cannot escape fate
You will obey the calling
Cathedral rings the midnight hour
Souls rise from the earth’s core
Forming a militia bowing
Waiting for the march to commence
Those strolling the midnight scene
Wind rushing through their limbs
Peering over their shoulder
Is it upon us?
In the shrine upon their imagination
The hour glass sands from the Distant Shore
Proceed their journey from the top to the abyss
As they melted, the sand poured upon the streets
Creating a mound of glass
And twisted steel
A monument of success
A monument of failure
The truth guides through time
But along the way, greed, hate arise
Death to those straying from the truth
Death to those hating
2 responses to “Chapter 11 – Death March”
This is very intense, very apocalyptic. This might sound corny, but honestly reading your work makes me think more deeply about the meaning of life and truth, etc. It’s so rare to think — really think — in a philosophical way about the big picture. So much of art and literature today is more like glimpsing snippets of life that don’t add up to much in the end. This is very refreshing.
This was definitely written from a darker place, and formed the foundation of my spiritual thoughts today – to take back control of our lives, and create the path we want to walk. I love to read your interpretation of each chapter.