Tic-Tac Into the Terror

Tick-Tock 

late in the night.

Into a house on the hill.

All around it in swarms

the black robes, inside the circle chants ring.

It resonates below on land

of vineyards and apple trees.

Leather black boots

step on their search

as the children tremble, in mother`s arms they found the shelter.

Pulled away then

by black gloves in brute force.

All the screams and pleads.

Gluttony of dark souls.

Thriving in their feast.

Up the hill, back in the house.

Carried in as a sacrifice for pit Lords

for bits of power there is a big pile of bones.

Tick-Tock ones a month

Tick-Tock terror of the night lives forever in peasants hearts.

Reviews

[Bear]

May I ask a question, why tic-tac which brings to mind the kids game tic-tac-toe which does not fit with the intent of your poem? The tick-tock of an old grandfahter clock might be more fitting. Other than that it offers good imagery and is nightmare worthy, well done my friend Standing Ovation! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Papa-Bear.

I appreciate your honesty and time you invested to write the comment.

Tick-Tock it shall be!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this tale in the poetry.
"Pulled away then
by black gloves in brute force.
All the screams and pleads.
Gluttony of dark souls.
Thriving in their feast"
The above were my favorite. A worthwhile read. Thank you Satoshi for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Coyote.

I hope your day is unfolding well!

I appreciate your honest comment, and your time it took for you to write it!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this one. A amazing write.