Creatures sneer as Lunar prowess lurks
Night draws near, beasts unfurling through darkness crawl
Limbs bent and broken, they scurry on bruised bones
City's breathing despair and it's inhabitants roaming the bloody streets cry
Good citizens turn to monsters when the sun vanishes
Dark grizzy visions of autonomous destruction
Come forth, heed the call
Stay there or save us all
None walk their desolate path of oblivious wrath alone
Banshees screeching and screaming, skin-curling howls
Full moon tonight- we are beings of life
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2025 17:29
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Alien fantasy runs through this poem quite different. Nice
Thanks dude
An interesting and entertaining write, I got the feeling not just of aliens but how the night time brings out the worse behaviour in some people, nicely done
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