Wake Up! It’s Feeding Time!

Morning, everybody! Getting back into the groove after still feeling a little out of it. The poem today is one I think you’ll enjoy: a rhyming scheme, dark undertones, hopelessness, etc. I wrote it last night for no particular reason. Please enjoy.

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Cavern

Under the soil

where men have toiled

something… roils,

sheathed in oil.

The black beast from the depths

comes to wake you from undeath,

and find the man who once swore

never a harm to a loved one’s door.

Failed did he

and suffer must we

for trespasses done

and battles not won.

His love once known across the sea

and carried upon the backs of bees,

now crippled and withered,

cut to pieces

by quite the scissor.

These sands now hear only buzzards.

Salted earth, like briny waves,

binds a man to dank, dark caves.

His mind in irons

and heart a siren’s,

he longs to see the sky again.