The Ghost by Your Side

You are the father of hatred,
I am the maker of lies.
You are the rod and the gallows,
I am the lover who sighs.
 
You are both hammer and iron,
I am the furnace's dross.
Caught in the trap of your doing,
Dreaming is nothing but loss.

You are the clamor of heaven's
Bitter, imperious wrath.
I am the whisper of leaves
Stirring the dust on the path.

Blood is the mark of your calling,
Ink is the mark of my pride.
You are the boastful deed's telling,
I am the ghost by your side.

Louis Hunt

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Louis Hunt would be pleased to hear them.