The dark poem :P

I admit my fascination with dark, progressive themes :). There's something alluring about the mysteries of the unknown. This poem speaks about an evil that remains undiscovered in entirety till the end. Its dark, lank, and it withholds something, so i feel. I don't have a title for it yet, open to suggestions.


Ninety miles south of nowhere,
At the mouth of the scythe wielder’s lair.
Sleeps a city shrouded in haze,
The forbidden signs growing stronger by the days.

The omens forebode, but the elders are vain,
Children’s innocence is lost, as ignorance is slain.
Peace is a taut veil, upheld by dubious faith,
But the seeping evil is alive, common sight is a wraith.

They are coming, not monsters, but phantoms at best,
They are coming in silence, hooded within the mist.
Don’t be so snug in the warmth of your bed,
For there never comes a warning before one is dead.

Their murmurs grow in strength, as they gather in the shadows,
Their presence telltale of doom, echoing in severed hollows.
The prayers once forgotten, are recited again,
As the air is pervaded by minions of an inhuman domain.

But no more mystery is afoot, as they no longer hide,
In the earth, in our bones, they are in the tide.
As we fail to cope with our unreal reality,
Curtains are downed on our fate with undoubted finality.