The Cursed Ruin

Out of the shadows,
Wailing off the ghostly walls,
Piercing the perverse, determined mind-
A deathly summons.

Coiling fogs of entangled memories
Breaking ranks, a bloodthirst howl
Revolting, battling to be heard-
A toxic stream.

Discomfort a two-edged blade
Severing the fractured soul,
Niching in the widening cracks-
A lethal weapon.

The orphaned cry as Zathura,
Encompassing the dour stomach,
Poisonous lead in hardened organs-
A fated inhibition.

A darkened Halloween night,
Separate from the natural time,
The ruby glow of dawn approaching quickly-
A deadly justice.

Swift the slash of yew,
Erupting with jealous, noxious rage,
Murder broiling in the fragmented soul-
A mortal failing.

The spell preceding silence,
The lone, fearful cry naught anymore;
But hell- cursed hell- enflames the weakening mind-
A gruesome, living death.