Dark
Cave, Black as Smoke
The
beast entered, growling, rumbling,
The caves dark interior, black
As a dead crow's feather.
It will be the demise of us all.
In desperate search for its toxic brew,
It demands its puppeteers approval.
One beast, another beast, and another,
Will the limitless numbers never stop?
Yes, they will, to the cost of their unreliable source.
A clowns nose blackened to the core,
Reddened to the blood that destroys
And renders oblivious.
The caves dark interior, black
As a dead crow's feather.
It will be the demise of us all.
In desperate search for its toxic brew,
It demands its puppeteers approval.
One beast, another beast, and another,
Will the limitless numbers never stop?
Yes, they will, to the cost of their unreliable source.
A clowns nose blackened to the core,
Reddened to the blood that destroys
And renders oblivious.
C.E.Davis
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