Curse From Darkness

They came upon us in the light of day. No weapons did they need, for dark of night is what they brought. We still don’t know the way they darkened all our skies. . . in broad daylight! And after that, there came an awful blight. All plants got a disease that turned them brown. Plants are now just something from a longed-for past. We feel sun's warmth, but in everlasting darkenss we drown. We’ve raided grocery stores; food dwindled very fast, and just how long can candles and simple flashlights last? Some say the creatures came from under the ground, while oithers say they came from outer space. Large groups of us they never come around, yet humankind has not been hard for them to erase. Our friends are dying. Death abides in every place. Sometimes my starving tribe would smell something cooking. Had one of us been finding animals to eat? Some of us had candles; we went looking. Our search brought us the horror of ultimate defeat. Another group of people had consumed our friends as meat! The alien-like creatures knew us very well. Cannibalism (not by the creatures) is what this all came to. Such is the curse that upon us all befell. Sick from filthy water, we’re down to just a few. I leave this record of the dark deeds we’ve been brought to do. (English Quintain allows ababb rhyme with no set number of syllables per line) May 8, 2021 for Funom Makama's A Poem Of Horror Poetry Contest Chose Title is #2: Curse From Darkness