Before the Morningless

© Nov. 1, 2017. All Rights Reserved.

Enchanted with
Burgundy folklores
Are the lakes imprisoned by
Cold smog.
In the depths, there’s
Livid carnivores
On leashes like
Watchdogs with fresh grog.

Aquatic creatures watch;
Some have wings,
Catching their prey in
The cloudless hours.
The dearest creature has
Nose piercings
And makeup, which
The lake devours.

They buttress their
Passion with shackles,
Which fades swifter than
Red lightening.
Souls used to mount them,
But fate tackles,
Tickling. Yet, oh, so frightening.

Trainers are consumed and
Crows are fed,
With blood trickling
Down jugulars.
Dusk’s widespread and the
Morning’s red.
There’s whispers and a
Thousand monsters.

A squeal boosts from the
Underground lake
Where there’s gargoyles and
Rain under.
A male rescues her with
A heartache.
Thus, she transforms to
A mermaid. Blur.

Murder! One rescuer
Drowns in blue.
One human searches for
The creature,
Which chases her in
A vent askew.
Then, the victim’s stuck with
A seizure.

Watch out! Watch out! Here comes
The mermaids
And mermen gods who
foresees attacks.
Flying over dead trees,
Black nightshades…
Miniature minions like
Winged wolf packs.

Seaweed ceases the
Deceased species.
Nobody’s safe!
Safe houses flood.
They’re watching below
Zero degrees,
Deceiving humans and
Drinking blood.

They can shout louder than
Havocs, yet
Tarantulas cries
Shatter diamonds.
These species never sweat, but
Don’t bet.
They’re crowding the
Unearthed motherland.