Celer, Silens, Mortalis



~~~

I am a black spectre

A swift and silent wraith

Shadowless and unseen

An unrecognized form

A reaper of evil

Devoid of soul or sin

I am the penance bore

When the wicked seek rest

You cannot see or hear

But I am waiting near

My whisper means death

Arriving unannounced

I have trained for years

To bring your last minutes

Where patience always wins

At twice the speed of sound

I will see tomorrow

Whatever it may hold

But you will not

Fear not the pain I bring

You will be gone before

You can feel anything

Like flicking of a switch

You will simply depart

In the mauve puff of mist

Painted by a skilled hand

And death the mastered art

~~~



Comments
21 Responses to “Celer, Silens, Mortalis”
  1. This poetry read like a Grimm reaper is writing his or her biography but wait it’s also the story of those knights who hides under the shadows and their attack is quicker than death. Wonderful dark and amazing read Brad. 👌

  2. beth says:

    so scary! well done

  3. One shot, one kill, Semper Fi my brother!

  4. Excellent written Brad. In the eyes of love you are love. When loves touches you your soul melts. You become love. You are love.
    Have a great day my friend 🌹

  5. Jim Borden says:

    I had to look up what CELER, SILENS, MORTALIS means. Now it all makes sense; well done, Brad.

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    Wow Brad this is so strange. My husband and I were just talking about you two days ago and he was explaining exactly the painless and quickness that you wrote so
    beautifully about. This poem is descriptive and brilliantly written my friend. Thank you again for your service. I am sending you my love today my friend and gratitude for your friendship which I treasure. Love Jonikins
    💕❤️♥️⭐️⭐️🌲🌲
    Merry Christmas Brad.

  7. kristianw84 says:

    Everything you write is gold!

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