Dark Tidings
When wind whips high in the night
Shrilling it's loneliness
Or the cold grey curl of the fog
Follows me through the streets
Terror is my name, as the asphalt trembles
And I land on your doorstop,
With horror at your rumpled feet
In this day's dole of happenings
I triumph over those who fear
My cloven hooves of tidings
So far from the spot where horror
Lies fused in common planetary chaos
With no one knowing the end...the time or place
Before your eyes...recognize my form
I speak with deceit mixed with truth
What is real...? Consider me depraved
The bannered headline, I go on record
For news now looms in startled silhouette
Look at this new day, look gravely in it's face
Futile those who evict a glance
To edit me, without chance to erase my lies
It looks back from a mirror eye to eye
Some equinox of destiny
That slithers back to hither...slime or shame
It has come to pass, somewhere...
Will it come here on your street?
Do you wish to escape, your name in black?
What slithers, darkly, to bedevil you...
What creeps inside your peace of mind
Seen darkly in the daily news
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