Cursed
Ice-cold winds
And lonely streets
The trees weep
The town is asleep
No light or sound
No life all around
Darkness is here
The morning – nowhere near
Everyone hides
When Death there strides
And with the touch of a hand
Brings life to an end
Cursed is the town
To depend on the dawn
For when the sun goes down
Death walks the town
No help in sight
No cure for this blight
And one sole dream
To see the sun gleam
When morning comes
People leave their homes
Forever living in fear
For with the night Death comes here…
I really like this, it’s very dark and quite scary. Well done! Can I ask what was your inspiration for writing this?
a beautiful analogy between the darkness and death. and how for those destined there never will be a dawn. when death comes riding to town, there never will be a single light around.