UPON A CORONER’S TABLE
Upon a coroner’s table,
lying on the cold gray steel,
is the shell of a man,
that cannot hurt or feel,
but his soul lingers close,
waiting for the light,
hoping against wish and prayer,
to not face flame and fright.
He sees his lifeless body,
growing colder as it waits
for the saw and scalpel;
this is his final fate.
The room is deathly quiet,
the lights are not turned on,
the air is cold as Winter,
the warmth of life is gone.
A chorus breaks the silence,
a sing-song moaning dirge,
calling The Soul to the place,
of fire pain and purge.
What he did when once he breathed,
is beyond his reach to fix,
the evil brought on by his rage,
has led to River Styx.
I AM THE ONE
I am dread—I am The One;
the High Lord of bête noire,
in the panoply of hellions,
I am the demon tsar.
I feed off fear and hatred,
and I embrace the weak,
I steal the breath of those who doubt
that’s part of my mystique.
You can’t pierce my hardened heart,
no blood runs through my veins,
you can’t change your final fate,
you’re bound to me with chains.
I laugh at shrieks for mercy,
the earth trembles from my wail,
your fate has been set in stone,
upon my un-holy grail.
THE UNACCOUNTED FOUR
The midnight secretary,
in the house of wandering minds,
sat there at her judgment desk,
pondering humankind.
The souls among this horrid hall,
were lost in age unknown,
in bodies that were walking tombs,
all but skin and bones.
A checklist rests upon her desk
with names of all the souls,
a roll call of the ruined,
awaiting judgments toll.
All with pasts lost in time,
some with laughter and of song,
others that were etched with curses
of murder, wrath and wrong.
Death looks over her shoulder,
she points down at some names,
tonight there will be justice;
life or death is not a game.
Death floats down the corridor,
this job is not a chore,
tomorrow’s list will not show
the unaccounted four.
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D. L. Dioses is a freelance writer and poet. He has contributed poems to the e-zine, Dark River Press. He was also included in the e-book Tales from the River, Volume 1. He attributes his many shades of grey to his childhood fear of the dark and his curiosity of what lie in the shadows.
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