From an old wooden
bridge appeared change
Flowing out unto the
anteroom of the late meridian.
And there, the wares
of the autumn equinox lay so strange
Against diming steeled
skies; then the coldness ceased frilly thoughts.
An incorporeal shadow
sways, in a haunting prance,
Moving across the amber
grass field with tree stands bereft of life.
A pale grim
abounded, riding upon cold metal wheels, in a slow dance
Wearing the dark obsidian
colors of death’s presence.
His shaded eyes disguising
his piercing transformation
As the long
horizons give way to the diminishing light
And quietus awaits
to gather all for reformation;
Saints and sinners
just the same – death keeps no friend.
The music nears its
end as the waning of the day nears
His long black
coat ballooning out to sweep in peril souls.
Long bony fingers
snapping in gasping hope while raising nameless fears
And, his vest metal
buttons glow brighter with each darken turn.
Envelop the
surreal moment for if eternity awaits
Then embrace change
and all its power – with passion.
Race against the
winds of change upon frivolous skates
And find where the
vanishing point across that bridge ends.
