Parallax
Thunder rings out.
Powder flies and fades in the wind.
Glistening metal violently parts the air
leaving a chaotic stream leaping forward every second.
Darting forward, it floods the mind with
menacing images of destructive power.
Tender flesh bathed in streams of crimson
and the morbid smell of decay.
Closer the fragment of stardust comes
catching the glimmer of moonlight on its sleek body.
Inches away, the executioner’s song rings out
faster than sound itself.
Blood, tears, hatred, evil...
all things can be seen in this inanimate life snatcher
as it continues towards me.
Then, a simple step aside.
A moment of sight between heartbeats
reveals the beauty of my assassin.
The magnificently simple design as it cuts the
invisible particles leaving a gossamer stream as a
comet through the heavens.
No rage or malice, just a singular duty.
Passing away now.
I’m left with a lust for life and all that I survey.
Sheer joy to exist.
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