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.