[Suzerain of Sheol]

I just found this buried on my hard drive. I can't even remember when or why I wrote it, but I like it, as short as it is. Sort of prose poem.

A Mirror for the Stars

I am among dear friends – the gasping stones, the faceless effigies of martyrs made faithless in their vigil. Time is relative, and I'm predisposed to see the remnants: hollow hopes transitioning to dreamless dust, blessed sentiment eroded to the blankness of slate. Surrounded by bodies, I am alive and alone, a face for the legion, conversing with the moon.