SRS3--"Sparse Finale by Anthony John Ciccariello III"

Sparse Finale
by Anthony John Ciccariello III

Captain of the guard, I alight from the tower.

Faint echoes reply to the alarm.

Here I stand alone to face the Vandal horde.

I swear to God my life's a charm.

Streaming down the hillside, howling like the mad.

Only minutes till my being's released.

Down amid the valley shines a giant screened vision.

There highlights of my life are pieced.

A run down trailer park in the barrens now showing.

The screaming mob now meets the wall.

First smoke, first kiss, first lay, last day.

All just seconds from my final call.

Banshees who were preaching all my woeful lapses.

The women to whom I was denied.

Broken heart stumblings, drunken revisions.

On the walls by the raiders I died.

Rising from my person, feeling this world pass.

Lacking senses from the vision of hind.

Spent half of my life in a prison called soul.

The remainder in a prison called mind.

The final credits roll as the final cut's made.

Contrast my sorrow to their triumph song.

A last thought emerges from my failing life force.

At least I never meant to stay too long.