i.

the earth rumbles
a crack forms
he flies up
a shadowy figure
cloaked in black
flesh drips from his bones
and from his lips
draws an evil scream
the figure flies skyward
looking for his first
a victim to quench his lust
a vengeful sprite
sent to reap a hellish vengeance

ii.

a candle flickers on a window sill
the still air
disturbs it not
a cry on the horizon
from hell itself
extinguishes the flame
darkness is cast
foreshadowing impending doom
fit for the wicked
she feels him coming
to take her back
to his fiery cave

iii.

again the earth rumbles
he flies down into the crack
his victims cries succeeding
the fissure closes
an unholy scar on the land
no remnants of the horror
left to show
the rolling clap
echoes into the cold night
gone are the shadows
only the sill remains
until he again flies

12/12/2007

Posted on 12/13/2007
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