The Poetry Marathon

Hunger…

Nourishment found,

Her life’s sanguine essence,

Accepted offer, tithe gifted,

Teeth fed.

About the searing murk of night,

Cold begets the hunger of his blade,

The Dollymop may flee from fright’s plight,

Her blood the toll, the Ripper to be paid.

Within hidden halls,

Amongst the rising darkness,

Paranoid creep falls.

It’s greater still,

Swifter in the coming void,

Within a greater hell.

Third year strong,

Hopefully hit the end,

no harm done.

Hearts lurid demise

Restored with her phoenix flame

she is with me always

The Bahd Brotherhood,

Secret order of the crow,

Protects one, Demyze!

Obsidian grin,

Veiling savagery of night,

In Dark delight.

A Glistening hue,

Regarding its pillow of flesh,

Searing in its quest

Reports are circulating in, yarns of a tale most obscene,

Of romance pushed to edge of reason, ferociously extreme.

Authorities state of perplexion, of no true reflection,

A nightmarish bond driven on blood lust supreme.

As filters and speculation, devastate the nation,

Major Crimes are vexed and sickened at the scene.

Love driven mad, a pair of souls forming a monstrous band,

A spree of death, flowered with gory mis-en-scene.

Caution is the story, of Dyer-Boliques glory,

And Valkyries staging of theatrical macabre themes.

Woe is their ending, victims’ families lamenting,

A plot in infamy, destined to never be redeemed.