The world is tumbling down
And the stars gazing at its heaps of fortitude melting and beaten down to malleable pieces of pain and angst
Hope minuscule being sucked and played on and desire dark and led by demented power
A desire to take over and claim what is and what isn’t anybody’s
To grab and twist the power, possess and hold it as a culpable morsel in tightly clasped claws.
Clawing to take and shred and tear into pieces the world that is not formed with our power
A scathing voice of demonic greed thinks it is powerful enough to masticate morsels,
The morsels ones below want to save,
The ones that they want to trade in exchange for a life that they are licking off the floors to save
It’s a world ruled by rising fiery spirits of revenge and rotten dreadfully dark desires
Stalling and playing the game of grabbing the sword as the head rises,
Rise’s enough to show the neck. And chopping it off, bleeding their laughter with the last wheezing out breaths
Watching the life go out and waiting for the body to stop writhing and the head to slack off roll away
A slice of the skin they all taste and savor whether their victory was worth the expense of the energy and skill of the sword
A prompt sly smile, stirring the corners of that blood stained lips,
Eyes raving the beaten down fortitude for next prey with the hapless dead by spirit and beggared by sanity soul.
Stilling in their high risen throne, enthralled in its hunt,
Drilling in with unsatiated thirst to spitefully ravage the weak and destitute corners of a soul once more.
P.S- I am not sure what prompted me to write this, but it just seem to flow through the mind.