A Godless Boat

The clock’s summited
Standing taut and rigid, guarding the seconds
The day’s fallen, lying dark and askew
Broken and defeated, life ebbing away
The stars smile sadly, waiting for the ascent
And the world is a cesspool of shadows
Breeding and feeding and maiming and dying

The cold whiteness numbs her nakedness
Soothing and whispering promises
She lays bare in her valiant coffin
Wishing and dreaming and flying
Bequeathing cobwebs to herself
Because no one else will take them

Needing proof of a soul,
She begins the hunt
Blade to skin and mind to metal
She must make her final stand count
Find the true you, they said
Now she’s dug more than they ever will
There are no tears, no regret
There’s no time for anything
Because she can finally control fate

Her sparks flow out
And she marvels at their beauty
Struck by crimson ecstasy
They leave their homes slowly
Saddened by the quiet
The soul leaves with a breath
Flitting uncertainly above dimming eyes
She tries to catch it, but she is broken
Yet it’s free now
And as the shade claims her light
She grasps the darkness, never to let go

They'll find her in the morning
And think what they will
It matters not
She beat thought in the end
It was a race to die, and she won
The sun shines once more, blazing with defiance
As she never will again
Because she stared at her Maker
Until He looked away