The Hand Of The Fates Poem by Noah Body

Jagged, sharp flashes of light, crash, boom
Spears from on high, pronouncements of doom

Eyes rattling deep in their sockets
Fists clenched tighter deep in pockets

Gale force winds uprooting the trees
The demon smiles at what he sees

As the solid earth splits asunder
He knows this soul is his to plunder

No more just ahead does madness wait
It's swallowed all, it's now too late

Claws shredding pale skin on the face
Bright red rivulets downward race

In a tree a dangling noose grimly waits
Irresistible, it's the hand of the fates