Filling the Trough

Brimstone scented air
sitting
legs dangling over the abyss
face half hidden
within the shadows
as she waits
for Death to arrive.
She has called him here
offering him sacrifice
to feed the charging rage within
to allow her to continue
upon vengeance’s path.
There are still too many
vile
disgusting
child hurters
women rapers
abusers
taunters
bullies
using strength
to hide their petty weakness
if only one were to look a little close.
I will look under the table
see what is hidden beneath the cloth.
I will be the angel of madness
bearing my blade;
falling to my thunder
tumbling to the depths of hell
play time has just begun
here come the demons
the ones you cannot outrun.
©July 10/22
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Soul Reaper

Emboldened
lack of pieces
strewn across the chessboard
leads him to believe
that he has won
there is no one else
who can take him on.
Evil pours from his body
wrapped around tight like a cloak
as he utters
high pitched giggles
believing world domination
is at his fingertips.
Through the shadows she steps
an assassin
sinful black
she wears her deaths with pride.
Every shadow bends towards her
caressing each part
hiding from casual sight
the danger
even after she is long gone.
He shivers
a ghostly breath upon his neck
shaking his head
dispel the thought
even as the blade begins its descent.
A quick slash across his throat
gone
a wraith
no one sees her
no one hears her
no one feels her
until…..
the cold of her steel
settles upon their hearts
as she takes their souls
to pay the price.
July 8/22
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