Stranger (Enemy, Part 2) Poem by Maya Hanson

Enemies.

Enemies surround me,
friends here or there
in their midst.

But no,
no point in distinguishing,
it doesn't matter now-
all dead.

Blood.

Blood is spilled from the rooftops,
from the mountains we came from,
from the seraphim's sky.
Blood coats my hooves,
the fallen,
my friends-

I try not to think about the blood.

But- there! - a flash of movement
Life among the death
I carve a path through carnage
of creatures I used to know

Amber eyes,
a tiger angel
Nothing I've ever seen

The stranger's tiger eyes plead with me
But what he doesn't know is
we're not like them
I don't exist simply to kill.
I am here to save.

I force magic, life back into his lungs
and watch his consciousness
slip
a
way