Behind the Smoke Screen

Written by H.Q. on 19 April 2014. Posted in Poetry, Products of the Chaotic Mind.

Black gods, black thugs,
Black dogs, black knaves
Eating the flesh of the frail in their caves

Black wings of black seraph
Black words in black staves
Are chanting thy murder, thy blood she doth crave

Black hearts of black widows,
Black wrath in black waves
Of inner cries—gone silent—outbursts in the grave

Black eyes in the burrows
Black tears of the brave
Black barrels from heaven, for those whom God saves

Black gods, black flags,
Black wolves in conclaves
Have turned this my Eden into a godless enclave

H.Q.
22:28
Saturday
19/04/2014