Night Lands

Cracks across the sky,
Splintering into Night-Roads--
Deep-dark
Blood-dark.
Spreading puddles
Of Nightmare Pitch
Ensnaring the Moon
As all the Stars go out
Pissing on Heav'n wrought gears.
None are safe.
None are saved.
Saviors fled
And angels dead
Where He hath bled.
Hope is sundered with a smile--
The Jackal knows--
Slathering His chops with milky paste
Tasting stars on His pitiless palette
Mouthing them even as they go out--
One
By one.
Burning Seas cannot quench
The deserted farms
Lost to bruised Desert
Blight digs deep into crop and faun and flesh.
None are judged
& None are damned.
This is not the End, but an ending.
Night-songs lour upon the roofs of homes,
Straining beams and souls alike.
They huddle down lower
Under shadowed eaves
As Shadows draw nearer.
Shelter from the Storm--
There is none
There is none
There is none
There is no one.
A howling echoes through the land.
There are none to hear it.
The Night Lands acquire a new land.
If you listen closely, you can hear them--
The echoes of screams.
They are coming.