Hagion Poems
Escrito por Nathan Southern
Prólogo
Hagion is a prose trilogy of novellas I am working on. Two of the three stories are done. Story two had some poetry therein. The first poem is spoken by Death, the second is in a book Death holds, and the last is a lay a young boy finds on a rock. That boy would become Death. I hope you enjoy.
Death’s Chant
Grinding, ground,
Grinding all away.
Bones of chained,
Bones of free,
Blood tastes sweet inside o’ me.
Death’s Book
Looking before
Never has one looking aft.
Be aware when he sneaks behind
With barb tipped of wire
Preparing the shaft.
A scout of one mission
Fell back to warn his general
Permission, sir, may I let him in?
Too late he was, not looking back.
Now burns his bones, like a worn out shack.
In memory of Private Elwin Lytton
Whom I shot and left smitten.
Rock Inscription
Across the border, across the lines
Where youth and joy thrive
Across the expanses, beyond the confines
Where love coaxs you to dive
Where she bids me, sit, and dine
Together we share and bask
In the Almighty Abstinence
Of soul free’d from the mask
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