Rick Ryckman
DESTINY’S TIME
In the nights grasp there is an eerie quiet.
The enemies sit in the shadows.
The shadows bring their invisible masquerade.
Where fear traps me in a dark corner.
The ghost will not invade only the truth.
Resonating in my mind are memories from a different time.
In the distance I can hear the chaos hammering.
The battle rages without disguise.
The storms throw their bolts of lightning.
Languishing in the vivid nightmares that still linger.
Despair comes stealing like a thief from eternity.
The bloodthirsty demons have no boundaries.
There is no escape from the edge of time
Where horrors come gnawing at you.
The phantoms are not at rest in the weary hourglass.
In the annihilation it will be too late for dreams.
When the coffins are carried to their final destination.
Who will call the roll with his last breath?
For the reaper will be the last to touch their blood.
The fallen now rest in there cold chambers.
It is Destiny’s Time/
©Copyright December 2004 by Rick Ryckman
Funeral At Arlington National Cemetery