LEGION… a dark poem

human skull decors

Heavy-laden the storm clouds loom

High above the chaos

Deeper and wider the chasm swells

Like billowing sails of the ships of old

A siren’s song drifts with envy upon the wind

As the hoards prepare to feast

The blood moon drips apparitions of fear

Infiltrating the deepest of shadows

Once every 5000 years the hunter is set free

Mayhem holds the key to destruction

There is nowhere to hide

As even the dark cowers

Legion pierces the silence

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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