Geoff's Work.
Away, in a land, far off and unbarring
A man lay dying upon the shore
His body convulses in fits of horror
And all around, gloom.
Across the sky, flies a spectral figure
Upon a horse as white as snow
The man it bears in raven black
Un-hoods his face, death.
Aroused by this apparition
Is the man who lay flat and frigid
Among the stars he gazes
His life forever, lost.
I, myself, star blankly out
Wondering at the sky
The figure speaks in uttered, chilled words,
"Be amongst your brethren, peace."
Away, in a land, the figure strode off
Marking his path in clear black void.
The lengths he goes for his souls
Is the length we should go for ours.
By Geoffrey Heasley
Out Of Time
A cry in the dark
Is all that is heard.
Away, out of time, I lie in the storm.
She, so young, so frail,
I came up to see,
Lay scattered, her body.
There, a man on his knee.
I scream in anguish,
For she cannot,
Only too late to stop,
This gruesome deed.
Away, out of time, I cry in the storm.
Her body lay faint,
Her clothes were scant.
On a knee I am,
Crying for her soul.
Her hair wrapped tight,
Around her form,
Her breasts separated
By an incurable wound.
Away, out of time, I die in the storm.
All around, a powdery scent,
Her essence fades into a whisper.
All that could be done
Is wait.
She feared nothing in life,
All she knew was calm.
When I found her,
Her reality had collapsed,
Now I know not what to do.
From out of a corner,
Comes a faint purr,
I know not what it is.
I kneel before a box
And heft with all my might
Within lay the shape
Of a featureless kitten.
Away, out of time, I am gone...
By Geoff Heasley
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