Tongues

An empty hole,
a vision
daring you to speak
a language your tongue
can't falter on.
A language your mind
stumbled on.
"Open up your inside,
save our haven
from the felled ruins
of this era,"
the vision calls to you,
as you stare
into the empty
brown eyes.

A sword in each hand
of the fallen victim,
holding on to the last
dying
hope he had.
In his sleep, he still calls
for your rescuing
receipt.