Tis Season Poem by Lucia Domingos Fula

This season,
Arguments will be rising,
Agreements disappearing,
Cliques separating,
Enemies appearing.

Blood divorcing,
Horror striking,
Tears dropping
Leaves falling.

This season, this season of blood, sarcasm, sacrifices. Darkness will finally come in to light. The angels of darkness will shine out. The world would witness a new world order. Heavens gate shall open. Hell would break loose.
Mourning,
Poison,
Murder
mystery.
The time has now come..