Saturday 29 May 2021

A Twisted Evil

by Nick Gisburne



The chosen one is staked before the sea
A roar, elation, spills across the crowd
A nameless god, a beast that should not be
Is hurled by angels from its tainted cloud
The creature, draped in darkness, dirt, and death
Descends upon a chariot of dust
Appalling foams of filth-infected breath
Are caked upon its body in a crust
The sacrificial servant dreams a spell
An exorcism, sanctified by sleep
Malignant flesh begins to split and swell
And sinister illusions stain the deep
    A twisted evil, dragged towards the trap
    Extinguished as its sinews stretch and snap