By Alyssa Gerry
And I looked-
beheld this Being,
mounted on a pale frame,
that declared itself Death.
The Terror quivering in the air
-that existential dread-
laying waste in its wake,
sentencing us in our inescapable fate.
And I looked-
condemning this Being,
mounted on an earthly ride,
that declared itself Fear.
I saw the flaws fracture in its scarred skin,
the depth of pain pooled in its eyes,
the desire to destroy destined in its expression.
And I knew-
that this shadow of Life,
on this creature of brilliance,
was fighting Fate against fate.
The cause of its quivering ache
-that outward trepidation-
was its own self-inflicted suffering
and unspoken desperation.