Fury Road



On the edge of the precipice
and stared into the desert
Shall all the eyes turn
or watch the world burn?


Inhaled the diesel fuel, the oil;
fire smoked beyond the sands
Shall all the eyes turn
to watch the world burn?


Primal scream shook the land,
madness snaked into the brain
Shall all the eyes turn
and watch the world burn?




© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart

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#CoffinHop – The Snow Queen

Snow Queen

 

The Snow Queen

 

Do you have a heart, oh Glacial Queen?  Or does the frosty wind blow your love cold?  What do you see, when you gaze in the mirror?  Winter or Spring?  Or are you blinded by the snow?

 

Shattered glass festers

slivers buried in the heart

until it decays

 

Is it enough, to sit upon your throne of ice?  Surrounded by your flurry?  Do you yearn for a warm touch, a tender kiss, or has emotion gone, passed from your grasp, perpetually lost to you?  Did you trade your life for a Kingdom of Winter?

 

The bloom of roses

seeks love, recaptures essence

underneath the snow



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#CoffinHop – Sandstorm

Desert

 

Sandstorm

 

Wasteland calling, for the reckless, rash fool

From sand rises death, with thin bones bare, bleached white

Tempest screaming, one name spoken- the ghoul

To chill the soul, madness, shiver in fright

Storm rider, reaper; escape won’t come, but run

Come the next day, the body left for the sun

So fear the sand, its fall, don’t join those few,

those lost secrets, buried, or you will rue

the hour terror followed, when dread arose

Never one left, no soul, to tell of true

Turn the season, and the desert wind blows

 

Blind eye twisted, and a city stands, to rule

on the warm sand, spires so tall, so bright

Pride and hubris built the desert jewel

within the path, the grasp, of the hawk’s flight

And nothing’s safe, no life; it has begun

Hear the windstorm shrieking, conceit undone

Darkness descends, wailing a shadow hue,

no rain to wash the blood, just morning dew

Empty, haunted, their home- the fate they chose

They fed the beast crimson and evil grew

Turn the season, and the desert wind blows

 

Ruins mark the time, in stone, a past too cruel

The sand erased the pain, but sees the blight

of crushed relics, splendour lost, in the duel

of opposed wills, the war of the long night

It stands alone, exile, the path most shun

A city torn, shattered, the dark tale spun

The sand is calm, again, a tranquil view

Yet underneath, they lurk, they will pursue

Never absent, they wait, they only doze

The desert bids, enter, and start anew

Turn the season, and the desert wind blows

 

Refugees flee conflict, a people who’ll

face the desert, scurry to a worse plight

unknown to them; prey in the zephyr cool

as it rouses, as they watch all in sight

and feast that day on flesh, while sparing none

The sand ran red, harsh rivers to outrun

Blame given not to ghouls, but men who slew

Such is warfare, some said, under sky, blue

It is sad luck, to be bones for the crows

And went away, naive, without a clue

Turn the season, and the desert wind blows

 

So remember, now with hunger they drool

Don’t tempt your life, not once, they’ll take a bite

They hide, they hunt, for you, meat to fuel

their appetite- that need, they take delight

in the killing, the death; it is their fun

In their desert, their sand, you will be done

No hope, escape, just skin and entrail spew

Others ventured, and died; they thought they knew

Stay far from sand, or else the edge will close

Discount, disdain, you’ll see, you’ll get your due

Turn the season, and the desert wind blows

 

In wind, in sand, we bide, wait the years through

Come closer now, that’s it- more limbs to chew

Tear off the flesh from bones, nibble on toes

Straggler, nomad, the same, you are all stew

Turn the season, and the desert wind blows





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#CoffinHop – Stairway to the Sky





Stairway to the Sky

 

Starlit moon,

perched far above

a stairway in the night

Ghostly light outshines

a mantle of ancient shadows

that cascades across the stone

A faint voice calls from the temple

adrift, swallowed in the crashing waves,

and echoing footsteps sounding from each step



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#CoffinHop – Ashen

Ashen

 

Ashen

 

Path of stones, pale bones

to carry them down

Hear the wild wind howl

 

The crow caws, give pause

Shadows shift around

Hear the wild wind howl

 

Wolf in white, need bite

savagery unbound

Hear the wild wind howl

 

A scream lost, in frost

countless echoes sound

Hear the wild wind howl

 

None to save, buried grave

The dead, in the ground

Hear the wild wind howl



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