The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 2178

 

Volume-2                                              JUNE -2012                                                    Number-1

 

 

Enter the Arena

 

by Andrew Scott

 

Welcome my friend.  Nice to see you

Wondering why you would walk into this strange land?

Why you would bring yourself to this volcanic lair?

We are always looking for new, tainted blood

refreshed will by the dry stain under your feet

In this room, your eyes will lose sight

staring at the darkened walls of hate

Screaming.  Quiet rage of the lost

Hung, not by weapons, but soiled hands

stronger as they feel the bruising of fresh flesh

hunger driven by the liquid of broken skin

tingling excitement by the feel of snapping a bone

shaking in recharged venom

filled with the blood taken from the fallen

strength given by a decayed, limp body

Curiosity will be the undoing

discover where others have held screams

Pain adding whispers to the sky

body pulses as insides are drank

slithering, wet hands taking the maze of the brain

Another broken, bloodletting soul given to the arena

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