Tuesday, September 22, 2009

of his brethren

Silently, slipped he into sheer shadow

Whilst the darkness bathed him, he saw afar

Scarlet stains shimmering in neon

Green and malignant blue flickering on

Pink flesh splattered against the brick

May this sick soul rest in peace, he said

Let the dead pass, let the dead rest


Slid his sword in scabbard safe, safe

From breathing lungs and pounding hearts

Alive, In the echoes of chirping crickets

Slithering sewer rats, the night was still alive


More?Enough?

Who judgeth?Who will judge the judges?

Will dusk hide him still

Or will the dawn for once reveal?


This sordid image ,this wicked mind

Visceral villainy Oh! so kind

Of him to rid one too many of men

One too many of his brethren

1 comment:

Sneha said...

Heyy!!! amazingly written!! loved it!!!