Darkness bound on tortured wings Sharp as new-born terror Piercing into hearts of innocence Ripping towards tomorrow Intentions no less clearer Than the ****** of the yesterday All the while, the evidence Mad hunger and lunacy Raging far beyond malevolence The maddened blade descending Red questions never ending Intrusion that cannot be kept at bay
This was going to be part of a horror poem I was writing, but I like how it stands all its own.