From Moonday To Sinday - a Week of Horrors
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Thought I'd just try a little horror. The theme appealed to me.
From Moonday to Sinday = A Week of Horrors
On Moonday the orb above turned red,
Awakening the famished dead.
We've been beating them back ever since,
And still, when I bash their skulls, I wince.
Duesday brought the settlements of all our hates
The weaker perished at their gates
And the strong forced it all into balance
With their array of fearsome talents.
Woundsday followed with storms of blood,
Nothing could stand against the flood
of wickedness unfettered;
It's power to destroy could not be bettered.
On Thirstday we drank deep of every vice
Every depravity indulged at least twice.
Then we rested, numbed and barren,
While all around, the scent of carrion.
Fryday came and we set it all ablaze,
Moving along towards some final phase
Before the coming of some closing end
Now that chaos was our only friend.
On Shatterday the world shook with fear of itself
Though there was no longer poverty nor wealth,
But just an equality of misery,
Spread far as ear could hear or eye could see.
And at last Sinday came,
When, properly accepting our blame
We scant survivors lay down beneath the impassive sky
In weary hope it might tell us Why.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2020
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