Word of the Day Challenge-Untitled Poem #38

Watch
circling the air
smell the brimstone
the devil’s aroma
seeping beneath doors
through windows
deadly seduction
whispers
it can all be made anew.
Sorcery
beguiling
beautiful
trembling before the massive body
only one can tame the rumbling beast
only one can subdue vicious desires.
Sleep dear one.
Slumber until needed.
A day will come
the lands will call
your voice
rises in trumpeting sorrow
lands will bleed
broken beneath your wings.
Superstition has it
evil you are
yet how could such beauty
such agility
such grace
be the mark of terror
not the ascending glory
saviour for the masses.
Traitors will burn
flames reducing to ashes
broken bodies of enemies.
Hear dragon screams
shudder in fear
for here
an avenger
soaring through the skies
harbinger of doom
for all those who lie.
©July 8/19
Picture via Pinterest

Rescue

Tick tock
hear the keening of the clock
monsters
sirens too.
Ogres
fiends
guarding gates
never to allow you  back in.
Cavern deep
blackness encroaching
wanting to hide my heart
see the casket there
no?
That is because you shan’t.
Cloistered
closed
hidden away
stubborn bravo
my game.
My front.
My ability to stand tall
look you in the eyes
never will I show pain.
Wide open
seeing the present
future
how fucked can we be?
Hi ho
ho hi
stand and see.
I will slay the dragon
sword edge slicing through.
You decided I was not worth the save
so I had to rescue me.
January 26/19

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