Omen

smoke clings to the sky

the crows shreik as they pass

a murder

and the blood is still fresh

 

the iron snakes hiss

and cast their hellish glow

upon the cobbled stone

as a shadowy figure slithers past

 

the eye of night

is fully opened

watching

with an unyielding gaze

 

the wind howls

like a wolf pack

descending upon the carcass

devouring it

 

The grating of steel

all is dark now

gone is the unblinking stare

only the flow of water remains

Author's Note

Be Brutal