Can you imagine

A world without light?

Where the air is cold

And filled with infants' cries.

Where the moon is red

And the Earth has eyes.

Here the damned roam freely

And devour all things

In Hellish fire

And shrieking screams.

Where Death himself

Thrives on the chaos and discord.

And demons all over

Obey his every sadistic word.

Screams and howls,

Shrieks and growls,

A cacophny of evil

Loudly on the prowl.

The perpetual copper scent

That permeates the air,

The eternally silent screams

That Death loves to hear.

This rough hand of fantasy

We never wish to feel.

For if it lands upon us,

This will all become real

So thankful for the ligh

tAnd it's warm, loving glow

For if it never existed,

Death will use his bony claws

And during the eternal night,

Rip away your soul.

 

 

 

-Atania Brathwaite

 

Written on September 30 2012