Untitled Dark Poem #1

Dead
broken
branches screeching
winds 
howling
destruction
rampant
burning cities
screams of injustice
bleeding 
cracked glass
shattered
pillars tossed
hidden beneath
glittering fools gold
bones
basement level
crypts
misted hoards
felled upon
feeds bitter death.
Night sky
orange
acrid smoke
drifting 
broken lands 
cracked
sered
oceans boiling
monsters rise from the deep
clawing
cracked maws
fetid breath
run 
crimson puddles
gleam black
footprints 
burned into concrete.
Follow 
me…..
Follow 
you….. 
Follow
Death…..
 
©Sept. 26/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #115-Untitled Poem

Does the sound
that sound
ratcheting
each notch
announced with sharp click
haunt your nightmares?
Does that laughter
that laughter
braying
harsh
grating
upon ears
do you wish
that you could not hear?
Does that disdain
that disdain
wave after wave
crashing
eroding
crushing
ego so bloated
gangrene 
only cure
to lop off
offending limb.
Do you feel that terror?
That terror
do you feel it building?
Howling marauders 
banging at the door
deserted by those
who swore 
they had you the most
hidden themselves
leaving you to defend
against hoards 
coming for your soul.
At what moment did you feel them collide?
Elation fading to fear
alone
defeated
laughing stock
headline after headline 
shrieking your defeat
in delight…..
Sit alone.
Darkness is coming.
Man’s sins must be paid.
Oh dear…..
lookie here
they sent the Accountant for you.
 
©Sept. 21/20
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