A Foul Thing

POETRY NEWS #4186
Date: 11/23/2012 at 01:16
From: Scarlattan Harley Ashaela-Starwell, the Veiled Harlequin
To : Everyone
Subj: A Foul Thing

A foul thing
A soulless being
Rips through our world
Terror and Death, unfurled

Tears for naught
Raged in our thoughts
How dare It bring
These chaotic things?

A Titan's War
From shore to shore
Blood rent in pain
We weep in shame

For mortal souls
Though meek, though bold
Cannot touch the skin
Of Unreality's sin

Who can justice bring?
A dirge, we sing
Dead...dead...our Leaders

Our Fathers
Our Mothers
The cursed and praised
Naught but a Name

Let IT die upon a pyre
Drag IT's corpse through ichor and fire
Rend IT limb from limb
So as it ends, let it begin




Penned by my hand on the 18th of Chronos, in the year 611 AF.