Bloody Night

A dark poem of death

Cloaked silhouette of ebony blades,
Glistening orbs of light.
You would never know,

No never tell,
That all of you shall perish tonight.

Crimson aura.
The splattery spray is galore.
It is coming,

Yes, your demise.
The harbinger of death,
Bringer of Gore.

Hold your children,
Take their hands,
Before your limbs are detached.

You will become nothing but…
Sputtering spew of maroon wet.

Fe Fi Fo Fum,
You are all going to die….
Here I come.

Prompt by Ravyne Hawke in Promptly Written “Moody Monday- write a ‘moody’ piece around — a harbinger of doom”