Centre of terror


Beehive erupted, mindless mayhem, world of terror,
Thriving community dashed; by hell seeking fireflies.

Honeycomb crumbling into rubble, honey flowed
Scarlet, burning wax melted, acrid foul smell invade
the air, choking back tears.

The tears flowed; quenching emotion, extinguishing
Flames,

Unfinished messages droned into oblivion from this
world to the next, angry in desperate panic; last
Message of love, lone memories, saved in haste.

Anger reared up, fought back; from burning bush
Appeared fiery havoc, waiting to be wreaked.

Desperation cries; yet more souls to satisfy the black
Shroud.

By Olivia Kent
September 2001