Blood Lust

A continuation of carnage.

He raced in to the blood covered field,

The flames around licking at his cloths,

To see a crow made of evil itself,

As it takes flight the winds toss him to the ground,

A scream pierces his lips; the crow takes a final look.

She takes off to her blood drenched sky.

He runs for days, to follow his foe,

Swearing its death, by his hands.

The days flicker by as he catches up,

A Broken church comes in to view,

And he sits to rest, a noise from above,

A shriek that rattles the air, it is here.

Author's Note

Next Peom is Dark Love

Reviews

[Uroš D. Stojanov..]

It fits perfectly to "Carnage" and I love the idea of telling a story with poems. It's surely something I would like to try... great job, keep at the good work! ^^

[AWickedMoon]

Thank you! It's kind of funny I wrote the last one first then wrote carnage and it seemed like a prequel to me so I just filled in the middle. :)

[Uroš D. Stojanović]

It's great either way... :)

[Satan's Daughter]

I love how you are telling a story with poems. Keep it up.

[AWickedMoon]

Thankyou! :)