Then: a deathly shroud covered the sun.
When: vehement shadows harshly reigned,
Decisively ruling: rerun. rerun.
Repetitive witness in grays and blacks,
Of innocence dead, from go, to the cracks.
Through passionate summers of achieve,
Grew denser the stalkers’ expanse.
A hovering, creeping reprieve.
Tainting the airs of belief in rebirth,
Fogging the pathways to towns of life worth.
What hunters these lost phantoms be,
Slut-trophying…death in a breeze.
Distending the cracks with their new debris,
Constructed cracks of prophesied disgust;
Ends in cruel death…
Starts from a demons’ lust.
K. Aldaya, 2/27/05
Picture: “Broken Doll” by spacedlaw on Deviant Art; http://spacedlaw.deviantart.com/art/Broken-doll-100896724