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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Slow Waltz

Crimson streaks
splashed across the mirrors
pulsing
flashing
calling to arms
the dead and waiting.
Overdoses and murders
suicides and rapes
we await
we dream
of a time when we shall reap.
Moving through crowds of uncaring
stalking through shadows
staining the souls
of those without.
Copper hued threads
spattered
unseen
mark you as my tormentor.
I screamed
I fought
I lost to you
the reality of this world.
I creep along the blackest alleys
toiling on hands and knees
peering feral
waiting to appease.
My hunger.
Your pleasure.
My malevolence.
Your desire.
Twined….
Unparted….
locked forever
in a slow waltz
through the halls of hell.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen