Morgoti

[Abrigon]

P-Morgoti:

A horse alive but dead 

a rider riding slumped over, 

over a plain of skulls 

and dead strewn around, 

or semblance of life is all you see..

The rider comes closer 

and you see the horse 

is not living but not dead, 

but someplace in between 

or parody of life 

it stands there with rider, 

sitting rider with eyes dead 

and lost, lost to the now, 

and the past, or even future 

for each is just living.

Living a life that is not living, 

he knows the pain of loss, not only life 

but of faith, alone he stands, but not alone, 

for he is crawliny with life but not life, 

small and nimble they are, they keep him 

alive even when he no longer wishes to live.

Dead many times, some he remembers 

some he forgets 

for the remembering is pain, to forget, 

the only cure, or solution, 

as much as he feels anything 

any more for his humanity 

was gone long ago, how long 

no one knows for he has lost 

the wish to keep time, 

just that this is the now 

and he wishes to be dead to it, 

but can not die, for they 

keep him alive if you can call 

being more machine than man, 

living. Not obvious, but 

they are there.

You look in his eyes, 

and all is dead, 

but replaced by nothing 

for what is a man with out hopes, 

dreams and desires, emotions 

and the will to live?

You look around and all that 

seems normal is not, you realize 

with a start the trees, 

bushes and animals all are dead, 

or some pale semblance of life, 

for all are imperfect copies 

made for the rider but he no longer cares, 

it is just there, 

they just exist 

and he cares not.

No one else is here for all 

died ages ago, in some thing 

the man knows of but not telling 

but knowing is madness as it is 

for he was the one who brought it about, 

in his pride, ignorance or just 

plain stupidity he let it go 

and all died from it, for all 

was consumed by it what it is is, 

all you need to see around to know 

but you can not see for you 

are not really here? or he is killing you 

eating your soul draining your life 

but he knows not is not conscious of it, 

for he no longer wants to know, 

blocked from his mind and memories 

is your passing, only that he keeps 

going not that he wants to keep 

going but he plods one foot in front 

of the other, or on the horse being 

he rides to the next victim, 

for he has died many times 

to be taken back to living 

for they will not let his body die 

even if his soul died an age ago.

His body lives on and forces 

his mind along for the pain 

and agony, and ride eternal.

Mike 

2005

(2014)