A white cloud drifts from above
Filling those around me in fear
Yet I am not afraid
The white cloud brings peace
Silence
The people flee
Yet I watch, and wait
I see the beauty of the ash
How it will preserve our lives
I see the future
That many will learn from us
And I feel peace
That my time has come at last
I am the eagle
Who must be reborn
Ripping out my own feathers
Taht no longer allow me to fly
Tearing away the feathers that bind
Tearing away the feathers of fear
Then I crack my beak
Painfully cutting off the words
The words that hurt me
The words that hurt others
I hide upon the peaceful mountain
Burying myself in shadow
Until my beak grows anew
Carrying words of wisdom
And my new wings can spread
And fly
Pain, blood, death
They surround me
In peaceful moments
A flash, sudden, surprising
It takes me unawares
The sudden images
Of death and destruction
I am being haunted
By an unseen force
Its mission to make me mad
Insane, as I am becoming
Until at last
In a flood of images
I realize the truth
That the images are memories
And the demon is me
The Kill
Walking through the streets
Unsuspecting, safe
Feeling a chill in the air
Knowing someone is there
But seeing nothing
Walking faster now
Weary, yet safe still
Feeling a shiver
Looking for me
But seeing no one
I appear suddenly
A scream escapes
A tight embrace
I bow my head, sinking in
Pain, and I drink deep
Red hot blood flows
My veins burn
Each heartbeat
Resounds in my ears
Drowning the screams
And bringing me peace
The heart slows
The drums cease
I finish my feast
Look down at such beauty
And drop you to the ground
I walk on