Chapter 138: The Time Came
M.D. Johnson is a poet, playwright, author, and blogger. She has a BA in English and a Masters of Management in Business.
Fleeting moments
Soon gone
Sword and blade
Ax and fist
Dirt and sweat
Hoof and grip
Endless days
Blood and pain
Ceaseless terrain of warriors
Upon Centaurion quarters
All to keep it in hand
And below hoof
Thirst for war
Adrenaline soars
Night grows near
Still no repose
For those who sleep
Will surely die
Can only be heard
The warriors’ cry
Can only be felt
The cut of flesh
Can only be smelt
The scent of death
Can only be seen
Centaurs in battle
With the taste of war careening
In the bosom of their souls
Echoing to their spirits
That Selah will win the war…
© 2018 MD Johnson