Final Rattle, by R.M. DuChene

O’ dark child

What festering sickness lies beyond your otherwise perfect lips?

It must be difficult to conceal the darkness that lies, just beneath your bright smile.

Just as hard is my task

to balance these feelings of joy from your touch

with the sucking void that is left in the wake of your words

 

Deeply wounded

I must traverse the unenlightened path to your heart

The road I walk is treacherous, but I must continue

I shall pull you from the darkness and thrust you into the light of the sun.

To pierce your heart is to pierce my own

So I will focus on he who ties your will to his own

 

I will break the bindings that imprison you

I will slay the master with his own sharp, pointed tongue

We will stand together at the twitching feet of the beast

bear witness to his death throes

watch the life drain from his eyes

and hear his final rattle