A shade of dark red
a tinted splutter
a smothered silk drape
a muddied platter.
A strike by twelve
at the invisible hands of darkness,
intensely insidious
largely ominous.
The shadows creep in again
another scream again today,
a bewildered morning
a sorrowful dawning.
Today,
another strike by the pike
yet another death by his hands,
a plague? Oh yes!
A cancer to mortify.
He takes two,
he takes three,
the sane are the fools
the dying are the living.
With hands that drip at midnight
and 'haunt' at midday
It is bloodied!!
