A Blight of Insects

A Poem by HiddenKnives

Pestilence draws near

It vibrates the air as it passes
draws breath from the lack of space
a drop from the void out of place
as it grows steadily near

Black, it shimmers in the night
a white stripe and a million eyes
wings like steel, it hovers there
staring with it's unknowing eyes

It fears and knows nothing
not blind, but without mind
cares not for other consciousness
it only knows to feed, consume

An insect of this magnitude
the dark leader of the pack
followed by it's insane army
doesn't hesitate, doesn't look back

It does not rip the flesh from the skin
consumes it's victims whole
it's pack devours scraps and land
a wasteland left behind

Insects that sting and tear
organics all run in fear
pestilence has finally come
to cleanse the land of life