Bloody Portrait

A being walks the land, wreaking havoc onto the lands and spilling blood onto the gravel. But how can you blame it for being clueless of its flaws?

Blood and death painted its streets,

It was impure and poisonous,

Those who survived hid behind what was left,

Shadowing themselves from something dangerous.

As your feet took you along the cracked path,

You look above to see nothing but grey,

But there was no rain, no hope,

To avoid pain, you couldn't let your eyes stray.

But it was absolutely and utterly impossible,

To ignore such chaos, such massacre,

Who knew such brutality even existed,

To you, it did not even occur.

Your head turns to directly face a child's form,

She was hunched on her knees and shaking,

As her body wracked with uncontrollable sobs,

You did not realize the forward steps you were taking.

As you stepped closer to the little girl,

You notice another figure underneath her,

She hugged a body so limp and un-moving,

You then realize. . .it was her own mother.

The child's shoulders instantly tensed,

When a piece of glass grumbled under your foot,

She swiftly turned around with her mother securely in her arms,

And you instantly notice the fear and her face stained with soot.

"Please! Don't hurt us! We didn't do anything!"

She cried with already swollen eyes,

She gazed at you, fearful but pleading,

Hoping you would listen to her cries.

You reached out a comforting hand,

But she screamed and embraced her mother tighter,

You gasped and your outstretched hand shook,

The same hand that. . .of a monster.

Author's Note

Wow it really has been a long time. Sorry about that but hope this makes up for it :)