They Come at Dawn
They Come at Dawn
Groaning, screeching, yelling
They jolt the boards
Clawing like savage beasts
Swamped in foul odor
Beaming sun bright eyes
I see the lies
Hollow inside
Bloodthirsty they call sonorously
Breathing shallow air
Clapping the torn stone
Snapping bones
Lunging towards home
Numbers in packs
Stacks of dead
Pail ghost like skin
Worn away hair
Four to one we’re outgunned
Steel, tin, metal men, charge our walls
Defiant and merciless
Bitter than ice
They begin at night
Ascend from their graves
Howl at the setting sun
They come at dawn until we’re done
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Bazzaro127
Hello! I'm 19 years old. I've grown a lot since a year an a half ago. I still write lots of poems just don't have much time to post them. Its over 600 but who needs count, art isn't limited by number but heart-filled effort lol. I pray everyone is doing well, thank you for those who have read my craft, liked it, commented and took time out of their day to view it. Currently I speak mainly two languages English and spanish while learning french. I'm keeping busy, GOD bless everyone and have a dazzling day. Oh that's me and my mom too in the pic if it even loads haha, feeling fresh;).
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