Thursday, January 19, 2012

In the Realm where Death Rules

In a place far away
Unable to be visited
In sleep born dreams
Death is master
He reigns
The land is wicked
Rough and dangerous
Beasts hunt there
Without worry for modern weapons
To stop them
Predators hunt the weak
For the next morning
The dead are reborn
To begin the cycle again
Of hunters and hunted
Predators and prey
Death is uninterested
In frank discussions
Doesn't listen to prayers
For there is no escape
And the realm is his
With which to let
His pets play