Poems From My Novel INFILTRATION

These are homicidal poems left behind as messages by the antagonist in my published novel INFILTRATION. The novel is available at:

Thirty of eleven, he approaches.

Vagabond as ever, his blackened heart corrupted.

Upon thy moonlight, on the brink of all darkness,

The one will shatter, his search interrupted.

Left to burn on the hanged man's floor,

O'er the pool of everlasting mist.

His fate inescapable, death inevitable,

WIll he live to tell tale of the nomad?

Unachievable.

From pg. 36-37

 

 

The venal betray,

the foolish linger.

Left to burn on the dead man's floor.

I despise thy, who tries to find,

the cunning wandering nomad.

The brightest minds,

cannot hope to find,

the unveiled face of I,

only the blackened face of death.

The four anew,

Will soon be slew.

From pg. 73-74

 

 

In vain you try to stop,

I, who shall rise to the top.

Striking twice every two deaths of the sun,

After two more poems, our job is done.

From pg. 163

 

 

Two days since last victim.

Both will perish, leaving none.

We shall start with 6301.

Tomorrow, flames will lick the sky.

Then my work is done.

From pg. 220

Author's Note

Please review and tell me what you think. These are a few poems from my novel INFILTRATION. If you would like to read more, please contact me, or visit:

https://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.asp?bookid=45727