Entry 385: The Hammer Beckons…

Slam is the sound

As I pound the ground

Your head a peg

My hammer meeting your crown

The rain pours

Your screams ignored

The sound of the thing

Can be heard craving more

The bloodshed

It is fed

I go to the shed

To begin steps for the next…

Down in a dark place

Where reaches only the sounds of each death

Waits another head

Another body attached to it

Writhing in pain

Begging for mercy

No help will ever be made

Another soul

For which there will be no hope

Only the eventual end…

The body buried in place

The hammer coming down upon the crown

The bloodshed in the rain

It is sated once again

I try to step away

A voice echoes from its bloody face

-The Hammer Beckons-

 

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