DEATH Poem: The Dark Night Trilogy, by Resse

The Dark Knight trilogy,
The gun fell to the ground as a stranger killed me.
Tormented by those who broke bones for the light,
So peaceful, yet hours pass in silence,
Lost in an hourglass, time slipping under the sheets.
A crossworld crossover, the cross on my back spoke to me.
The knight declined salvation’s call.
“Love me,” she said, “Let my death lead your creation.”

Slippery as an eel,
Snakes are my meals,
Sliced and diced, devoured just for the prize.
Betrayal.
“Please, just kill me.”
I’m all alone, even in company,
Defined by a god who prophesied the dangers of despair.
You, a daemon of a land that doesn’t recognize you—
Call him, so he can save me.

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