Blighted

Blackness roils across the land

encompassing fields and crops

a blight unlike any before seen

man made and let loose.

Flesh falls from bones

flashes of shadows burst free

death comes to all who are near

without playing favorites

without discerning wealth.

Never would you think so cruel

that the riches already had

are not enough

that they would make you forfeit your lands.

No longer are monies counted

abundant…..

enough…..

a body count

ferocious rage

decimating all

is the new measure of power.

 

 

 

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The Hunters

Standing
looking down the barrel
a gun aimed at her head
silent tears
track through the dust on her cheeks.
He tells her to kneel
he demands that she begs
yet she looks up at him
defiant to the end.
Gun shot rang
the echo
shattering the midnight silence
she fell at his feet.
All the others lay on their bellies
heads pressed to the dirt
afraid to move
even a single twitch.
They do not want to end up like her.
Lies will be spewed
as asses are covered
but the truth shall be found
for no one with a conscience can sleep
while they play hunter
their prey helpless at their feet.
Humanity will be lost
if this is left to fester
all cannot be shot
if we stand up to the Jester.
Picture via: Photo by Sebastián León Prado on Unsplash

Tempt not the Reaper

A tale told
round a burning fire
of times when the Reaper
walked amongst men and fields.
He silently stalked
men of daring do
walking on the wild side
never a fear.
Men who played the blades
with more lives than a cat
always landing on their feet;
it was them he hated
as they slipped through his grasp.
Each danced with a sword
while the Reaper stood near
his scythe held ready
his hourglass turned.
He waited for one to die.
The next.
The next.
Tempt not the Reaper 
for a calling he will come
at a time most unseen
and the one that last run
will finally be freed. 
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 2/18

Twisted Twins

The first time I saw her

she hung overhead

an apparition in a dream

that I woke from

in a cold sweat.

The second time I saw her

was from the corner of my eye

a movement in the window pane

as light bled from the sky.

The third time I saw her

was from the mirror on the wall

a visage just like my own

only colder

crueler

and with less joy.

The last time I saw her

I was pressed beneath the ground

mouth open in silent screams

as the doppelganger took over my life.

 

Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 26/17

Dissension

Silent dragons flare
screaming across the sky
acid iciness raining down
as all do bend
with righteous fear.
Afraid to raise one’s head
to voice opinions true
worried that the axe will fall
and corruption will still brew.
Stare ahead
brow creased with concern
fingers tapping an SOS
as the world turns to blood.
Rivers rising
fields dying
supplies deficient
as spoken promises
spiral through the air
disipating.
As a toddler whose toy is taken
screams and beats his fists
he throws himself upon the funeral pyre
without it being lit.
This horror playing upon the stage
is but a man
and not a demigod
as he does believe.
Once the world is torn asunder
no one left to degrade
sights will turn from unbeaten foes
to enemies seen at his feet.
Scouring.
Killing.
Emptying.
Glee incalculable.
Annihilating
any who dare to dissent.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen

The Devil Dances

**Picture found on Internet**
Once it was written in the stars
that as the truth appeared
slithering snakes
would begin to shed their skins
and attempt to destroy it all.
We hail the great white chief
pandering to his lack of brains
listening with blood lust
to his tales of war to come
when the world shall be revamped
in the image he foresees.
There is no hope.
There is no love.
We have come to be
in this terrible time
all because
the 1% grasped with fingers fat
draining the bank
and taxing the poor.
Wait though
that is not the only truth
not all want to destroy.
If you look over there
see the huddled masses
wanting nothing more than to find peace.
Peace in all lands
peace to engage
in conversations and love affairs
without worry that death will come calling.
He rides the pale horse
scythe in hand
reaping the souls of innocents.
Laughter rings out
the world afire
no time
no way back.
And the devil capers in delight
as destruction reigns down
in a blazing light.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Midnight-2nd Edition

**Picture found on Internet**
Midnight drips
cascading shadows
writhing vines of fear.
Memories that twist and bite
call into meaning regret
as hissing poison
fills the room with dancing bears.
Rivulets of blood
cascade down your face
eyes seared shut
to deny
the anguish
the devestation
as they draw designs
with dagger tips.
Slash and stab
murder the dreams
they will defile
they will debase you
as the devil masks the clown.
When you have broken
your time will come to a close
your suffering
will not end with death
only become amplified.
That is what happens when you get into bed with the devil.