Chaos Blending
A Descort poem's chaos meets horror in "Chaos Blending": eerie landscapes, foreboding shadows, and stark contrasts unsettle and captivate.
In silent whispers, night's cold breath,
"Harbinger," it said, of death.
Skies split open, blood-red tears,
Counting down the end of years.
Beneath the moon's ghostly gleam,
Lies whispered in a forgotten dream.
Harbinger in shadows, cloaked in dread,
Through Gothic ruins, it softly treads.
Flash of blade, a scream, a slice—
Harbinger's game, cold as ice.
In the dark, where fear is sown,
No place left to hide or own.
In this dance of doom, all threads entwine,
Apocalyptic, Gothic, Slasher's sign.
Harbinger of chaos, blending night's terror,
In discord's poem, horror's final bearer.
© Eric Montgomery, 18-Feb-2024