Dark Feast

Shadow in the night glides effortlessly

Through deserted fog laden streets

Silently drifting over cobblestones

Searching the bodies so frail and so weak

From boats in the harbour came the vengeance

Down alleys rutted rock hard in the ice

Past shuttered windows, barred and secured

Seeking the souls to be forfeit this night

Spreading the message of fear and foreboding

Sliding through doorways silent and sure

Ripping apart the lives of the chosen

Craving the death of the weak and the poor

Infested hovels of hell ripe for the taking

Squalor and filth abound in the structures

Crammed into shells of miserable living

Carrion creatures perch waiting in gutters

Rampaging torrent of pestilent storm

Devouring with pleasure taking life as it pleased

Festering pits of disease ridden corpses

Black raven of death swept the city with ease

© Fergus Martin

2012