A Warning of Vengance

A Warning of Vengance

A Poem by MunkyWrench
"

Take heed...

"

When darkest shines the dysmal day,

and winds go carrying past...

the direst shreik of hateful  scorn

from lips not meant to last.

 

Then shall come the bloody beasts,

from hell's every last corner

with gnashing teeth and tearing claws

and none are left to mourn her.

 

They come from sky and some from sea,

and some from hence knows where

the demons fly and crawl and squirm

vampires and wolves of were.

 

And devils too, the witch aflight,

the harpy and the dragon

and those who drink the blood of babes

shall raise their grisly flagon.

 

And they shall join Old Scratch himself,

that high and haughty devil

to kill and steal and maim and burn

in bloody joyous revel.

 

And when their horrid deed is done,

when vengance is abated.

when those that I have set them on

have found their life is sated.

 

This bitter warning I declare:

a similar sensation

will befall all those who dare

correct my punctuation.

© 2013 MunkyWrench


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Did not see that coming. Well done.

Posted 8 Years Ago


what an ending I was rigidly reading on the edge of my seat wondering where your words were heading and wha-la a super great laugh!!!
the content of this write is great
thank you for sharing

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LOL! Great ending.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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MunkyWrench

8 Years Ago

Thanks dude... good to see you again on this site. I look forward to getting to read your work agai.. read more

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