FuryA Poem by Brett PritchardThe uncompromising hand of warmth takes all without mercy or pity, destroying the evidence of its deeds as it goes. No escape today.
The intermittent flicker of blinking blue; today it is the color of hope. But can it be seen from here? A ravenous envelope of red and yellow fury has consumed all that has opposed its path. Teddy bears burn in abandoned bedrooms with an ominous light…. A cloud of deathly grey rampages eerily from room to room, a silent killer. Heralding the arrival of Lucifer’s warm embrace. None have time to tremble or flounder, dying softly in a frenzy of flame. The progressing palm of hot demise spreads wider and grows angry. Further perish without notice. Long standing structural integrity is compromised hastily, as beams break, pillars crumble. Solid walls become solid no more, giving up their secrets. A contained Armageddon. All within are merrily roasted as the abiding oxygen stokes the flames of fate. Families grow slighter lives are doomed to impending agony and loss. No remorse here, burning with an almost carnal insatiability. Licking at the tender flesh. Flesh. Flowing steaming, liquid flesh. More flesh is sacrificed at the altar of natural atrocity. The world has ended today, for all, to be found here…
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StatsAuthorBrett PritchardWolverhampton, West Midlans, United KingdomAboutI'm an experienced writer of varied interests. Was published in Starburst Magazine and Doctor Who Magazine. Something of a man out of time. I enjoy Science Fiction, fantasy, and horror stories. I'm a .. more..Writing
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