Ramona Thompson

Vae Victis - Poem by Ramona Thompson

Vae victis
Woe to the vanquished!
For what lurks out there beyond these walls is neither human nor kind
Evil beyond all imagination
Dark, vile creatures of nasty habit
Made with a hunger insatiable and a thrist unquenchable
Bone breakers
Neck snappers
They are
Oh woe to you wolf-criers
Now your cries fo false terror shall become all too real
Wicked and relentless underneath the fireball of the sun
You shall pray for death
Seek it most madly
Weeping bitterly when it is denyed to you
Weeping bitterly when your torture is prolonged
Dragged down into the sands of Satan's most hellish fury
There, there is where you shall come to hate and know
All too well
Just what real human suffering is
Lie to yourself not
From this unearthly punishment there can be no escape
You sealed a devil's contract
Now signed, sealed and delivered
Vae victis
Woe to the vanquished!
For now your true eternal torment begins

2009 Ramona Thompson

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 28, 2009

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