24 Hours Poem by Declan Rourke

Scattered across streets
remnants of the deceased
obscured by ever encroaching light.

The defeated
slink away into the alleys and corners
ducking, diving, crawling
along walls, across floors.
waiting.

Word spreads.
The masses gather,
It's time.
Shadows coalesce. From alleys, corners they emerge.
unlimited they pour into the battle.

The once proud ruler driven from his lands and skies
obscured from vision until,
he may rise again.