'Silent King' by Hannah Pickering
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'Silent King'
A Sestina
The mud-red swirls the sky. I see blood;
Love's slaughtered in sacrifice; his death is dripping
The minute he dies, human anger makes him silent.
A lamb upon a tree - life's wiped,
Disappeared; he's switched off the tap.
The love has gone - it's stopping time.
His love once gushed, but now it drips. Dripping -
From a source. The spirit's a whisper faded into silence;
I hear him call across the sky; He's the invisible time.
The clock ticks, water droplets escape from a tap
One second moves, one soul is wiped -
Inside I mourn at the sight of the blood.
Water drops: it's a leaking tap,
A heartbeat, a breath of one soul. Dripping,
The water looses out, like blood.
The dead creep like shadows, pacing time.
A soul drowns at the turn of the water's tide, calling silence.
His voice crumbles to dust. It is wiped.
Demons battle with a love that's become silent.
Lives perish every second the water drips.
I hear the sounds of love, the darkness is wiped,
The spirit of benevolence has won the battle, spilling blood
From evil. The King is in control of time.
His patience is like a rock and holds firm control of the tap
Waiting for the earth to move; a holy world that's wiped
Clean. Striking clocks; ticking each second of a time.
Slowly, a sound echoes. Blood
And planet Earth begins to emerge, announcing silence
Mixing everything up. Splatters of paint drip
Life away, passion is conceived as a tap
Creates red blood. Time swirls, the earth moves -
Every second a droplet breaks free from the tap. Dripping
Souls are wiped to dust drawing silence.
- Hannah Pickering
