The candle was obscured from view, it bleed a
Shadow on all its abyss of onyx lit upon. The crow
Shuddered and feathers fell like droplets of blood.
They trailed to the floor, it was as night but was
Tormented by the unyielding soul laced within.
The depraved demon had left it featherless, its
Flesh brittle as it crowed one last time the repugnant
Odour wisped forth, silence had fallen darkness had
Kissed upon its life and lurking like a parasite It fed
Corrupted as each feather fell, each breath was misery.
Repulsive incarnation of jealousy it felt life was
Repugnant in its thoughts, all that dwelled in here
And in the light were dormant, empty it needed to
Hinge its essence to life. To slaughter the whispers
Of angels that breathed thoughts inside now silenced.
As long as the candle burnt charred light so like moths
To a flame would life be held hostage in this place.
Each life digs an abyss to throw used vessels away,
The hillside a deposit of bone and agony the earth
Screams silently now barren where once lush.