Nature of the Unnatural

Nature of the Unnatural

the depth of the countryside
filled with fogy mist and steamy rains
the vapors levitating to the heavens
the grounds are moist by darkened waters
the Scoundrels within this dreary night, roaming the streets, ready to kill
the loudness is emptied, thus
silence remained
only the gasping suffocation from the dying roses can be heard
the lantern dances with agitation
the moon is half awake
visibility is deferred,thus the sound of darting feet are echoed
like trees catching the sound of the wind during stormy nights.
the town is dead
the town is dead
the unnatural occupying the living
boneless structures dwelling on the four corners of the dead town
aimless infants creams are filled with despair that is lingering upon the inhabitants.
nothing is done
the town has swallowed his cries
the lady of death awaits with her Scythe as the
trees bare bitter fruits and dance with vehement Gesticulating
the town is dead
the town is dead
the unnatural has been granted life