THE INITIATION
Manacled
hands
Legs…
bare
Clothes...
tatters
Death-pale
eyelids rose halfway
Between
supplication and surrender
Ending
on the apparition
That
was his host
Feature…
gloomy mask
Beneath
doom lurked
The
hands clutched Rylotts Band
The
lost eyes stared again
And
retreated into its weary
Sockets
before the first act struck home
Departing
with pellets of flesh
He
slumped
And
was interred before he touched the earth
