Rain And Ashes Poem by Jacob Biehl

ashes floating freely,
time slowing,
mind numbs,
as the rains comes down fast,
so does the sword,
with a burst,
a burst of adrenaline,
the man rolls away into a sprint,
a mad dash,
panic in his eyes so fearful,
a whistiling,
and as if time stops,
the boy watches,
as a dreadful realization,
glazed over the man's eyes,
and in a rush, an instant,
the callapses with an arrow in his back,
a black arrow,
and also a never healing scar,
as light leaves the man's eyes,
his son's glow with the flame of fury,
a look of hatred,
revenge, is now inimment,
a cruel cycle continues.