Submissions by Tacete

Brush my hands through
the wild grass, faintly
tipped in blood. At first,
a drop. I close my eyes
and it begins to trickle
even pooling, my offering
by knife-edge a sharpened
blade slips into rugged palm.
I feel my way to the riverbed
to obscure the waters, provided
the blood spreads diluting deeply
rather than thinning too sparsely.
Further dripping to its roots
to restore her soul essence
yearning in the riverbed.
The flowers, do you see?
Sprouting free, rose thorns
reaching out to thank me. ...

Forged, I've out-lasted; standing before the Aftermath.
Glistening red, bloodied turban cloth flutters; caught wind.
Innocent outnumber guilty; only the innocent screamed.
Forged, I've outlasted; standing before the Aftermath.
I fought for a cause long lost; buried the corpses teemed.
I've burned it too, charred remains - the depth undreamed
Forged, I've out-lasted; standing before the Aftermath.
Glistening red, bloodied turban cloth flutters; caught wind.

Scaling summit
biting back at
wind, with grit.
boot-blade driven
into iced earth.
Unloading burdens
height's peak;
ashes become dust.

Ashes stricken
to Iced particles
glittering in sunlight,
penetrating
the hazed
sullen mists
kept my oath
I begin my descent.

Boot-blade
driven
into iced earth.
Bare hands
blistered;
pleading me to feel.
Complimenting righteousness
the corralled, we few serve.

Dare I brave
white death?
Least I'm cut down
and left...