Poetry for Dante, Devil hunter extraordinaire
Four horsemen come riding in,
Deadly messages they bring all in the name of sin
Can this be a nuclear bomb?
Wasting in some atomic tomb
Where dead men rise at second speed
Dante in black and red, velvet and leather indeed
In the high winds above, floating with dark wings
With a grin on his lips, sharp blue eyes that sting
The first horse rider descends bringing
Famine and fatigue, a clash of swords ringing
Singing high pitched tones that glide through wet sands
Anyone can see he merely isn't some man
Two pistols, black against white, come o'come
On his soulless face, Dante blasts through
Turning to see the second on foot, it shall be done.
Sneering within his cowls face, the rider who shuns
Purity and Sanity, names his price, calls on the hunter
Silent and gray, Dante stands his ground and plunders
Slicing two sides of this riders cloak, recalling no blood
To disgrace on his mother's holy ground
Two down, Two to go, and everything floods
Human tears rising as Neptune opens the watery gates
Etching the sky for the expectant visitor of fate
This rider has no name, no meaning, for he has no soul
Bringing death and war, cheap thrills so foul
Death bringer come and tastes the blade
In Dante's strong hands, gripped in steel and strength
A dance with the demon in the pale light of the moon
Can you notice the trace of a smile along the length?
Of a mouth so cruel and beautiful, mortal women croon
The last apocalyptic treat waits out in the black sun
Dried up land, so scorched with heat and none could run
Dante casually walked, as if no pain could touch
So quick on the balls of his feet, battles cry so deep
Flying above the clouds in his journey so fleet
The span of his great wings sharp as knives
And so many lives
So many of us watch from below
With bated breath and in awe, to witness a show
When the last horseman crashed in that crimson sky
Darkness blanketed the ocean of open display
Has God in his holy embrace given the hunter a try?
Another chance, another day, to fly
The smolder clears to unwrap a present
Shiny white in the wind, Dante's signature hair
Red and black, leather and velvet smooth prevents
Fire and ash to stain his skin so tan and fair
Lovely, so lovely, a god has gained no resent
A devil hunter gains another prospect
And earns our heavenly respect
FINIS
A small story afterward:
Dante walked into the room, jumped on the couch and landed there with his two booted feet atop the arms, "whew, I'm dead tired!" then he makes a slumping motion with his shoulders
Trish eyed him with a knowing look, she gave him one of her half smiles, full lips curved upward, "Why? What'd you do?"
He snorted, "I just fought the four horsemen!" there was a notable pride in his voice, then wipes off his forehead with the back of his hand.
"What? You mean…..," Trish points to the untouched bible on the bookshelf.
Dante winked at her, "Yep. From that one."
He nodded then jumps up, goes over to this huge desk full of unchecked bills, and landed on his favorite chair, lifting his booted foot atop the desk, folds his hands and gives Trish a look of lazy boredom.
The blonde shifted her long hair over the side of her shoulder, giving Dante a come-hither-me look, "Well, well, so Sparda's son finally gets to meet the four horsemen from the revelation. Aren't you special?"
Dante felt a bit frisky, "I'll show you special", winked at her again.
"Eh, yeah right. Tell me, were they difficult?"
She leaning against his desk, she lowers her sunglasses, smiling blue eyes appreciating the devil hunter.
He chuckled, "Nah, t'weren't nothing. Just a few cuts, slashes, and my babies here, shows ebony and ivory, patting them for good measure to help me in my time of need."
Trish gave a low whistle, "Nice." She nods her head.
The demon hunter looks at her in curiosity, "Are you making fun of me?"
"Who me?" She gives an innocent look, shaking the blond tresses around her, "Never."
"Well you know I really DID beat them! I kicked them out of the pages of the bible, if you know what I mean."
"Literally? Or Literary? Trish gave a twinkling laugh.
"Aw come on, Trish. That ain't fair. If I weren't so tired right now, I'd…."
Trish leaned closer, and puts a finger on his lips to silence him, "Shhhhh."
"…………………….."