locusts

 
locust squall, tepid squaller  
in the midnight terror scream
it is a darkened night full of rife
threatened onyx in the shade of hate
 
timid strike the moon's greed
eagerly feasts the goons
who in full embodiment do seek also
demons of the horde are horrified  
 
when I speak
 
insidious shadows grown inward
it is a nightmare
thicken the ooze with some splatter
gory nude on the aether
 
simply put it is ripe for the taking
tender need, seer of the damned
grisly in her keep
 
judge not oh ye fearful
darken my doorstep with your thoughts
redeemer of naught
 
thick as thieves is the morrow's last ballad
who quickens the pulse