Veil

There is a flood
on the wings of some fabled
blue beast
approaching us,
pushing up back
towards the Veil

There is a consuming horde
biting at our heels
wanting to see us fall
and die
and be ripped apart by their hands,
their teeth, their all

And here the witness our trip,
they witness our fall

It is so like them to
shudder with fear and tremble
when at last we hit the ground
and become ensnared in the Veil's
wispy arms

It is such a demanding grasp
that takes hold of us
and drags us toward the veil
of life into death
And we forget to fight,
forget who we are
as we watch it, transfixed
as we watch our lives get stolen from us

And here, an unearthly scream wakes us,
a scream jolts through our bones

We thrash and we fight,
we beg and we plead,
gripping onto smooth walls,
trying to preserve our mortality
Our voices find their call
as we scream to escape

Blood's bruising our eyes,
flooding our sight
and with one last tug,
we're thrown out of shape
out of the Veil
and it's grasp

The hordes roar and scream
and deman our blood and our dreams
but we fight, fight them off
while ahead the blue beast
circles closer with those undying waters
that are sure to drown us

But, as champions, we still fight
and fight, cursing the 'whelming flow

The Veil, she can't get us,
she won't be at our side when the hour is late,
we will fight death,
with our souls and our blades
we'll fight the end,
fight death,
our foe and our friend.
~brittany
4/29/11