Poetry ~ The Edge of Town

there is a darkness on the edge of town
it's shifting, cracking, severing the ground
creating a hollow, shallow grave
where the hearts of men are found

but you must not let the darkness in
for the darkness feeds on 'us and them'
and devours wholly, the hearts of men
seeding the weeds of hatred within

a simple mask was all they asked
to keep the darkness at bay
but the heartless men proclaimed that
their freedom was too high a price to pay

and so the darkness cloaked the town
where many since have died
'your neighbor's death for your freedom'
the mourning town folk cried!

Poetry ~Courier and the Cleric

Thunderous bells tolled from the church high tower
filling the kingdom with fear in the midnight hour.

"Who dares enter god's tower in the dark of night,
waking the kingdom with no moon in sight?"

"'It is I replied the courier," message in hand.
"I travel with word of a black death that ravishes the land."

"Quiet, you fool!" the Cleric chided in a hushed tone.
"There will be no black death with god on our throne!"

"Dear sir, I implore you, the death knows no gods.
Reject the black death and you increase the odds,

of suffering and loss of your faithful flock.  
For the black death will enter your kingdom and not bother to knock!"

Poetry ~ The Terror

are we on the other side of terror?
there are those who say it is so
yet I fear terror has taken hold
it traveled through my town
on one unsuspecting soul
but it did not stretch
its long arms down
the  back roads or
come knocking 
at my door
i am socially distancing
lest the terror wants more
the terror knows no bounds
it quakes the great cities and
slithers through rural towns
in search of the unprotected,
the doubtful, the unmasked
the terror is unleashed
i fear we are not on
 the other side of 
terror, we are in
the belly of the
 beast!