Ancient Battle

He sits across the altar.

And impatient waits for him.

A desert of glass and metal

Separates them.

The surroundings burn with people

But his space is settled.

He welcomes him to his last supper

Before he begins that mythical journey.

He sits still and lets him have a look

Inside the hazel whirlpools

Hiding his flagrant soul,

The massacre begins.

He releases his wolves in every bite he takes

Off the flesh of the humble lamb

Off the flesh of his only witness,

Off they go in a contest of leers

Every flavory bite is a piece of each other soul.

The moment went on apace

Before they both crossed the fires of Hell

He took him on a thousand journeys.

Mouth full of filial devotion

And hands holding on his scepter

To reign a non existent kingdom.

In a world that knows it all.

This mythical slaughter

Heavenly cannibalism

Trapped inside transparent eyeballs

Swirled many times.

Offerings disappeared in their hands

Each piece of banquet

Was a piece of heart

Each piece of heart was a piece of storm

Each one of them holding the hard blade

Wet with their darkest blood

Trapped inside crystal balls and

Windows of the soul

They lost that night

When they fought that silent battle

This is how they both died together

A curious night of silence

When they thought the world

Was Samsara

But they both managed to escape.

DA 2015