Celestial Gunmen

In the darkness of night unforgiving
as saints and sinners bed down
to await a new sun
celestial gunmen
take drunken potshots
at kings and rogues
shrieking and stumbling
behind each purple night cloud
raging at the earth
and its ever-turning axis
because they made a choice
and got it wrong
and now their wings
burn with white perfection
forever, eternal, and absolute
while those below
howl and love and choose
leaving a charred feather trail
in their wake
fuming with the black
smoke of abandon
as they play in the crimson surf
of the night's plutonian shore




Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2008-12-29 at 01:00

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Wow Rap! such powerful imagery of those lost celestrial gunmen, the final two lines near barrelled me in that surf....

Fantastic work from you and may your muse shine through

2009 too.

Smiling at you

Tai and her merry crew
2008-12-29