Oh sisters, screaming out
Through empty lots and silent places
Their faces cackling on and on
With delight for rot and famine
And agendas dark and twisted
Born of woe and devilry
With eyes of pain and death
Come they now, to embrace
A strangled home now dull and cracked
And no intact relatives to polish now
Decaying bedposts, windows, door knobs,
Flowerbeds, fireplaces, or any other
Comfort once known to a bright,
Happy, cosmic folk
Terror first, repugnant witch
Her mouth all black from fear abounding,
Hideously pounding at cracked, dry lips
Ready to crawl through splintered, gray teeth.
A body twisted and riddled with cancer
Leaning over an ivory piece
Of one of the many puzzles she picked apart
Smashing hope and future longings
Taking breath from a helpless child
She smiled at his painful cries
For mercy as he winced his eyes
And let the murder finish coursing.
Watched his mother end her life
With nothing now to cling to
Follows the End, the silent killer
Dead and dark; frigid as ice
Her size and majesty prevail
She sweeps her dress along the ground
And as she does empires crumble
She leaves no trace or memory
No thing is now where she has been
As she nears the once proud mother
Her eyes burn hot with awful fire
Dire is her gaze, now turned to terrible death
With nothing left to fear or marvel her
In her new found robe of flames;
Elaborate crown of arcing brilliance.
She wraps her arms around
And as she does her royal cape
Becomes ever more intricate.
What was turned to nothing,
Is now another jewel on her sleeves.
Still she dances through the seas
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