Of Vultures and Men (Collaboration with Atakti)

Her tempestuous fire boils the snow,
becoming enticing vapour, between parted lips.
Siphoning this precious moment, I submit.

Submission ripped from scarred, twisted hands
raised up to coal grey skies
is the ritual that entraps history.

Thunderous intent silencing determined battle cries
every strike, lightning - a bellowing thunder.
Dispersing charlatans, one solemn soldier stands.

A solitary tree burns, crashing branches
hurtling down, around the blood streaks
of broken fighters on the ground.

The Vultures come to feed, our
flesh is edible. In this Aftermath
rests heavy stillness; I find serenity.

A blanket of ash dust tucks
us in, an endless sleep begins.
Bones rest, flesh melts; peace descends.