Golden Dusk

Golden Dusk

 

The walls clattered,

voices chattered,

the moisture in the air splattered,

objects flying,

spirits crying,

and the priest fell to the floor,

holding on tightly to the cross,

as a pounding came to the door,

and every small item was tossed,

the haunting was finally silent

after fifty minutes,

the demon’s last rambling

as the voice faded,

was being recorded on tape,

mental images traded,

as the mind was raped,

until it stopped,

reality popped,

the session was over,

the day faded to golden dusk,

and the street lights came on,

like nothing took place,

as the souls returned to their space.

Madness

 

It was his final demand,

because of direct orders

and following the chains of command,

casualties were everywhere,

death and war went hand to hand,

and more would die, he would fear,

the general shook his head,

countless dead,

his mind felt drugged,

as he unconsciously shrugged,

that way lay madness,

trying to guess where they’d gone wrong,

his platoon was strong,

but defeat didn’t take very long,

what might he have done differently,

how does everything get sorted out,

so many dead,

lowered his head,

prayer seeped in,

his heart broken,

but not a single word spoken.

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© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Wow! I like both of these. Intense and intriguing. :)


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much Phdast7

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