In the dead field
of dry, pale grass
it sits lonely
as it always has
Discolored
damaged piece
of that which was.
No visitors pass by
the road abandoned
that runs beside
the forgotten
This silent place
holds the faded memory
of the dark past
unremembered history
This silent place
the ending
of a story
that began long ago
The story of
two Brothers
and a world doomed
to forget, to ignore
Mistakes and sacrifices
unremembered
leaving only
shadows of memories.
Memories of
dark things in the night
memories of
soldiers, villains, fools
Memories of
angels and demons
blood and screams
tombs and dreams
Memories of
silent tears, bitter memories
memories of
Hunters.
But they are forgotten
abandoned
ash scattered
in the wind.
Time will pass
in its slow
continuous motion
Wiping away
the last memory
the last artefact
left by ghosts of the past.
Dead and gone now
The rust consumes it
a slow death
but it died long ago
purpose gone
A skeleton of memory
Cold light falls upon
the worn '67 Impala
the last flake of black paint
falls from its rusted frame.
It falls soft
to frost covered ground
a whisper, a blessing
granting peace
Peace from
suffering
tears, horror
blood and fire
Release from
the dreadful duty
that finally
has ended
No more running
no more hunting
it is ended
in this graveyard of memories.