Monsters
Monsters there are everywhere
Cloaked in darkness
Bathed in hate
Cleverly covered
Spitting out mundanities
Whilst waving flags seemingly peace
Blackness gathered underneath
Ghouls in lifelike forms
Spread across the world they are
Their words torrents of gloom
Falling like clouds of doom
Oft directed purposely
Invaded
Many are those invaded by them
Not really knowing why
Purpose filled attacks
Coming from every corner
Every side
The world in Age of Iron be
Darkest Age of all
When myriads of creatures crawl
Between the cracks
From down below
Saw toothed
Dead eyes
Nails curled
Misshapen bodies
Meal that day
Along the tracks
In deep white snow
The hunter sought his prey
Looking for signs leading him
His meal that day
One to tear to shreds of flesh
Bone marrow
Skin and tongue
Mattered not the bloody taste
Incorporate the hunter could
The thoughts and images contained within
As on the body gnawed
From Within
Did you ever think on that
How syphon off you can
That which to another doth belong
Not material things
Of no import are they
It is the things within that count
Placed there by works of knowing
Disturb they try to do
The monsters from afar
In human shape
So often found
Sometimes not realizing themselves
Who they are
Righteous...wrongness...what is your game
Two sides have you
Both dark and light
Inbetween is grey
Balance you do precariously
Sometimes each side you take
As all do
Most people refuse to own all this
Stand on a pulpit
In righteousness
Wrongness might be a better name
karma catches up with thee....as it surely will do....
