Fratricide

Howdy, howdy! New poem for y’all today. It’s a little horror writing for your Tuesday morning. I was going to attempt to set the scene but honestly I’m pretty tired so instead I’m just gonna wish you the best. Enjoy this! Without further ado…

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Fratricide

Emblazoned upon his chest,

that mark,

that… brand.

A covenant with the dark

shall never let him rest.

Eyes shone like lanterns

in that infernal nest.

Still mapping the caverns,

he’s trying his best.

A voice that beckons

from the black…

Ready your weapons.

You’re under attack.

Sweet nothings then,

whispered in your ear.

Hairs on your neck then,

raised in quiet fear.

The monsters all but know you’re here.

A clash,

a spark,

a face?

One you recognize.

Sweat drips from your brow,

and blood from your breast

as claws sink in,

and give you no rest.

When at last you hear

one demonic screech,

through flashing sear

does your mind beseech

your legs to go

far away from here.

For in the flash you’ve seen

a thousand tiny hungry eyes,

and only now does it seem

that you are the prize.