Weekly Challenge May4 – Duets – “Hell’s Hand Satchels”

Written by Mockingbird Down and Americana Injustica

“Why do we sit at this table, my Friend?
in the back of the bar behind the pirate’s curtain,
I believe that we somehow have each been,
on separate paths to the same trouble, again;
these kinds of places mean only one thing,
the scars on our faces are rather telling,
now let’s drink and divulge in our comradery,
but, why is it that your hands are trembling?”

“Don’t sip so fast, my dear. My hands only
tremble because of the quieted rage I have grabbing
at my chest. Can you see them, love?
The demons of the bastards and the whores as they
laugh and squeal in time to each others bleating?
I have brought us here, for clear and precise reasons,
and your scars will only serve you well by the time
the reckoning has begun. It is a very beautiful night.”

“Aye – you’re right; what a perfected, star-filled sky,
epochs in time, they still shine – a shrine to you and I,
a luminary mapping of the vengeance in your eyes,
a twinkling mirror image of the bastards that must die;
Now sit back and let your chains down, my friend,
indulge in the strength of our unity, once again,
we both know how it goes: it’s us against them,
in an infinite war for the Hell that we find comfort in.”

“You speak truth. I have grown weary of these chains
and the weight they add to my steps. My shoulders have
become accustomed to carrying burden of injustice; Hell’s
hand satchels; filled with the names of the hunted horsemen
who failed to do what we must do. But – I share this load with you;
my kin both in the infected shadows, and in the guileful light.
Intoxication it is, my friend, both of the mind and of the body.
Tonight we watch the stars unfold, and light the way for morning.”

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Battle tested

Take a deep breath,
just so you know, but no
you will never really know
the unforgivable glow
but hold it,
just follow me…. and get up your ass,
no hold it, just let yourself split
in two but try not get yourself glue
just hold it then
you better hope is never
i say whatever
just follow me….
don´t forget to breath
hold strong then
breath in little hen
few percentage are sort
of kind of vintage
latter they are nested
since they´re battle tested!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses

What will you do tender comrade….

What will you do when the war is over?
Will you really start to plant some clover
Tender comrade…..
What will you you do when the war is over?
Will you become a rouge rover
Tender comrade….
We will have to lay our arms when all is over
Try to be with our families as if nothing went moreover
Tender comrade….
We will have to leave behind our blood brothers
And lay in each arms you my brother in arms
Tender comrade…..

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Warfare

Young men full of pride, cockiness is one word they can not hide.
They train incisively for battle, wanting blood inside that cage they will rattle.
Then, reality hits them when they get to experience the real mortality, but for most
the training is so ingrained in them they take that mortality and find a place in their
minds to set it in neutrality. Scary? For most is a no worry, they´re too occupied to
think of that worry, when training kicks in, is second nature within for them to begin
to do their jobs, that blood they wanted is there to be seek´d and haunted.
People from all walks of life, really putting their life´s in each others knifes,
not to be cool or pride or for glory, it´s just that their individual jobs within
the group requires them to have that little scoop. All of which leads to dark jokes,
finding corpses left behind not much to think of it as a grind, joking about the situation
and slapping each others back in their own retaliation, laughing at each other takes out the
bother, their way to stay sane where it´s a day to day reality of the insane.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.