Impending Darkness Poem by Troy Clark

March of impending darkness,
Corruption spread forth and flow
The back bone
Breaking and decaying
Till time itself takes hold

Drums in the night
Dull beats spread fear
The voice calls out to those
Who are weak in mind
Sweating, pulse racing

Darkness clouds the land
The world screams
The pain it feels
Agony, anguish
Villages set ablaze
Smoke and debris
Cloud the land

Choking out the sun
Crows feed off dead
Darkness left behind
Fear brings prayer
Long lost goodness found

Plague reaps the land
Of human and animal existence
And all the remains is
Impending darkness