Scars left from teeth bared

Sunken deep in tender flesh,

Pointed ears casting a drooping shadow

On your empty bed.

Silent screams echo in your head,

Mongrel creatures claw over your body.

Blood drips from open wounds.

Who has visited on this dark day?

Who has given the fateful command

To demons and devils,

Legions of rebels,

Wanting only to cast the last straw?

My name is in his pitiful memory.

My shadow clings to his body.

My spirit is trapped in his hand.

Remember the challenge,

Dread the day,

When all will be turned

Upside down

And inside out.

A lion will roar,

From the top of the mountain.

A lamb will lay down,

In peace, with no treachery.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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