I Write Poetry

Battle



Malignant and menacing, the moon exposed,

Deadly and deplorable, death superimposed,

grotesque and gruesome, prowling at night,

formidable figure, terrible fright.

What creature is this? standing alone,

mangled flesh, distorted bone.

Was it a man? Is it one still?

Dare to examine, feel the chill

when soul sees soul-less eyes.

Need to run, yet compelled to stay.

For curiosity, you will pay.

Horrendous and hideous, all that it shows.

Devastation and degeneration, all that it knows.

Appallingly awful, existence denied.

Sinister and shocking, no where to hide.

Eminent battle, must be prepared.

Only the strongest has chance to be spared.

Forget weapons, no gun, no sword

useless – for gore can’t be gored.

One, only one, thing it has not

the light of a soul, can’t be fought.