The Spilling of Blood
Shadows cross the land!
Flames scorch the sky!
Screams fill the night!
Lights die within a breath.
Demons march
without abandon,
lives flicker out
within a sigh.
Whips are lashed about
no remorse for who is hit,
death begins to spread
cross the barren earth.
Sulfur fills the midnight air
rotting corpses with flames,
fear is rampant
from the spilling of blood.
This poem was written by Adrian Whelan on Oct 08, 2007.
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