Dandus’ Journal: Gregor’s Demons

10.29.22

I gripped the sweat-leather hilt of the sword
and it felt like the hand of the man who
just died holding it. And I asked Deline
where we begin and where we end and
she gave no answer.

So I took of my friend and swung the blade
into his demons and I did not cry until
the frustration that a person’s pain
carries on past them
passed.

And it did not pass until all things
were made quiet.