Bored

Remembrance of My Death

Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my heart.
It slays me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the thirsty earth.
In agony I fall limply
while my doom approaches.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon dead eyes.
This is my doom


Demons

Demons with evil faces, 
gothic skulls from human races, 
inviting death to the living, 
like its thanks giving. 
Fire of the dragons mouth burns 
the souls of the living. 

A God That is Yours

slender beams of moonlight enter
this darken church as i kneel,
always a slave,
always forlorn,
frozen here,
waiting.

haloed forms wrought in panes
of glass loom as dust
dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
infilterating my shamed eyes.

realization dawning on a child's face.

i raise my head,
now kneeling
before this callous fate.