22 July 2012
The message was spelt in blood, Smeared across the street cobbles, Mixed with the dust, grit and mud,
Standing boldly in the orange light, Death looked on, fierce in his silence, Anger, boiling rage at a betrayer of the night,
Bats flew above the glistening pool, Attracted by the gore, the feast, Drinking until full, full on hell's fuel,
Shadows howled, out of reach, A cloak taken by Death in the cold, Used on his back to preach,
The Nemesis lurked, shrunken with power, Preying on those not ready to be taken, Working at each and every hour,
Death took him by the eye socket, Popping the yellow, puss filled ball, Taking his knife from its pocket,
Spilt the mortal's rotten, blood blue, Erasing his message of evil undue, Taking the nemesis far from view.
Nemesis of Death • Opuss № I