Menace

The City fell.

No life, no love.

Bricks like fire,

Rained to the sky.

In the Center,

There I stood.

No life, no love.

She was crying,

Begging to leave,

But I kept my ground,

As the City streets,

Went tumbling down.

There I stand, 

While nomads,

And desert thieves,

Cross my City land.

They say I am a ghost,

They call me a phantom.

But they are fools.

Souls are for ghouls,

And I am merely, Menace.

Author's Note

Been a while since I've added any writing, almost two years I'd say, but I figured i would start posting some of the stuff I've written in my absence. I hope you enjoy :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and good words.
"But they are fools.
Souls are for ghouls,
And I am merely, Menace."
The above lines could be extended. You create mystery and dangerous character. I enjoyed the short poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Adam M. Snow]

Beautiful words, well penned. Very well enjoyed.