The hum beckons

 

The sun fell dark

like a thick fire blanket

dousing its fiery heart.

A fizzling, sizzle

then darkness.

The autumn drizzle

clouding our sight.

Images of endless night

stutter

in the failing light.

Eternal gloom,

not even a moon

to enlighten the view.

 

Sounds echo,

like crying 

in the slow

dying dreams

of yesterday’s sighs.

Spooked rats flee, screeching

through every shadowed 

rancid smelling alleyway,

like angels screaming

in tormented agony.

The sound...

The sound...

The drowning pound

of heartbeats trying

to escape, crying

but it's all too late.

The Hum

beckoned us in.

It had sat in wait.

Now it was back

to seal our fates.

 

Wheezing, pain

in the choking

atmosphere.

The air bleeding

breathlessly, leaving just

oil thick rain and a heavy hint of fear.

Slick, yet sticky. Dripping

Gloopily over everything.

The season of darkness begins.

Were we ever going to be ready?

 

Madness in mankind's

collective minds,

spreads from town 

to cursed town.

The sound...

The sound...

Faces contorted in agony,

ears bleeding endlessly,

murderous intent breeds internally.

This earth is damned for eternity.

 

Yet just as quick

as it begun,

the sound

dropped

as if at once.

Was this just a warning

of what was to come.

Or the umpire

firing the starters gun.

 

 

 

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