Collector of the Damned

His eyes pierce the soul
Of the helpless victims he is about to slay

Gunblade in hand he deals his death
With a thrust of his arms and a twist of his wrist

A quick squeeze of the trigger
And devastation erupts from the tip of his sword

His rounds impact his opponent mid stride
And sends him shuddering to the ground

Rivers of blood stain the battlefield
Human carnage litters the place

Spent shell casings crunch underfoot
As the warrior treads on

His body quivers in the frigid air
And rain begins to fall

Icy teardrops from the heavens
Descend upon mother earth

An electric current flows through the ground
Sending shivers up his spine

Lightning strikes in the distance
And Thunder claps call him home

***

Breathless from battle
The warrior collapses to his knees

Lungs burning and muscles torn
A deep sorrow fills his heart

Plagued with immortality
His duty to defend the innocent leaves him in solitude

His long lost love
Stolen from his bed 100 years ago

They came in the middle of the night
Guns drawn and torched the place

He watched in agony as they took turns
Raping her and killing the rest

Why he was spared that day
Only the gods above knew

They had a plan for this warrior
Collector of the Damned they had called him

He stood and looked at the world
From the top of his mountain

Melting colors of the deepest blues and purples
Shocking orange and mellow yellows

He shifts his gaze to the stars and closes his eyes
A silent prayer to the blazing diamonds above

And leaps to his death
But he knows he will be back again

They’ll bring him back.

They always do.