Note: Again, one of my more surreal, and darker poems (I've been writing quite a bit of poetry lately), exploring a more antagonistic relationship between Clarice and Dr Lecter. Hope you enjoy it, and please review.
WAR
a Hannibal poem by JetNoir
The star is beginning it's final descent
my hatred and fear combining, as
I rally against you. Preparing for battle
in this conflict between the better and worse angels.
Crows and Ravens circle and fight,
in their black hearts, they know it as
suicide, but fight they still, and perhaps
we know it as well.
Ministering my pain, my dreams and
nightmares; and this twisted story is
full of rage, yet never over - almost a mania
the terror and horror and loathing.
(I WHISPER) in the white bright light
my only hope, salvation. The water laps over my feet
the tide twixt the sun and the moon;
my shadows and desires, locked within fire.
In my office, deep within the bowels of the earth;
I load the pistol that lays beside me.
Where do we stand? In this de facto state of
war.
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Hannibal is copyright to Thomas Harris; and the poem to me. This
poem has been written on the understanding that you may read it and
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JetNoir