Dust

All that remains in the end.

It begins with a flicker

The world devoured in a grieving flame

Droplets of blood hang in the air;

For a moment before they are washed away

Staring at the gaping wounds

And the silent songs of the dead

Which echo the lamentations of the living

The heat of the sun is blistering

The moon shines treacherously

Night unfurls her dark wings

And stretches her shadowy talons

As nightmares crawl along the windows

Scrabbling & scratching, gnawing & gnashing

Each ragged breath is harder to come by

The rot spreads and blooms

In the pulsating, seething, rancid mass of humanity

Consuming and corrupting it

Till all that remains

Is ashes and dust

 

Author's Note

This one is for all the great men who managed to scare the life out of a young kid with their books. Especially you, Mr King.

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This death is all-consuming and invokes the very nature of evil....truly apocalyptic!
When shrouded to this extreme, it would scare the bejeezus out of anyone! lol

Nicely penned.~xoxo~:)

[Dushyant Patni]

Thank you! :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Haha I appreciate a good horror.Like Stephen King or Dean Koontz.You have penned this so well my friend :)

[Dushyant Patni]

Thank you for the kind words. Reviews have been hard to come by lately. :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You will get more don't worry.You are welcome :)