Keepers of Death

This is one of my many poems put to video and music. I am sharing these so posterity may enjoy them and find inspiration in these written words.

Music - "The Wheat" by Hans Zimmer and Lisa Gerrard

Keepers of Death
A poem by Matt Presti
 
Death, now a glory of delight
Only fools bow to hate
These days now absent of Light
Terrible, the price to pay
 
And woe to those who imbibe
The poisonous glue of regret
Their ceaseless tongues lashing out
As mankind kneels before Set
 
Death of soul for the popular taste
The MOB regards vice, shuns virtue
It weaves a noose of silk and lace
And smugly hangs imagination
 
Lost souls wander’eth streets at night
The hell hounds bark with fury
The March of madness leaves its wake
A harvest of dead men buried
 
To murder and gloat and blame
All that once was dear
To die and suffer in agony and pain
To succumb to primal fear
 
Through rain, storm and winter
In solitude with mighty nature
The warrior sees and knows
The song of which seed grows
 
In battle
Tested
Through hell
Bested
He knows not defeat—nor yields
 
In life
Rested
Obstacles
Crested
His spirit is his shield
 
He sees the murdered selves, the MOB
A    sorry sight of fear
A walking contradicted blob
Of broken hemispheres
 
Retreating home to solitude
For life’s eternal prize
He lives to fight another day
And does not compromise
 
The MOB is but a fleeting fit
A temporary sorry dirge
The warrior stands not in the way
As they exalt their Demiurge
 
Cast ye a single flower upon the heap
The dead are their own to keep.

Matt Presti

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