Blood Axe

Blood Axe

Blood splattered axe,

with which I have smite many enemies,

be raised to heaven by this hand

in readiness for the final battle.

Let this, my righteous arm, swing true.

Let the arc be one of certainty,

as certain and as deliberate and as sure

as destiny itself.

Let the letting of my life,

flowing in rich, red, rivulet rivers,

cleanse my dark stained sins,

washing away decades of self-loathing.

Fortitude and a quest for righteousness, my armour,

tenacity my once shining shield,

both now shattered glass fragments

which pierce my soul with sharpened shame.

Shards of bilious black reflection

which ensnare my mind within a lifetime of transgressions,

and keep my pain alive;

in the living, breathing death of Catholic guilt.

 

24/10/16

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

This reminded me Of Thor, such descriptive writings, vivid imagery that truly is your style:)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Andrew, Thanks for the positive review and I see you are recovering from a bout of flu. Hope you are feeling better. I am not doing much writing at present and only pop in to the Cafe infrequently as I am pretty busy having moved in with my new partner and sold my house and most of my possessions. I have read a few pieces and hope to review a few soon. John