The idea for this horror poem came to me while standing in the rain waiting for the city bus to arrive. It took me all day to write.
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Dreaded Black Red Flag
11 August 2011
The demons come marching through
One upon a dull thud drum
Upon their heads and hold bloody rag
An the other
Carrying that dreaded black red flag
Every year they come back through
Always to take the great old city
Always an army seen far and wide
This time just two
Drum and flag marching side by side
In the years that are far past
Made claim to the land as theirs
The demon armies never made good their claim
Now they send two
Marching with wicked grins for their claim
After each siege the dead demons are burned
But that was not so in the beginning
Dead demons were buried where they died
That is long past
And forgotten that under the city are demons that died
Now come just two right to the wall
Two days and nights of constant drumming
All they did was stand there with wicked evil grins
Why just stand there
Dreaded black red flag waving like evil sins
Then the third day did come with a storm
Rain beating down making all the ground like muck
The ground trembled and shook and broke apart
The demons laughed
As the dead of battles past rose to join their part
Screams began to fill the city
As dead demons broke through their floors
No place was safe within the walls
Black red flag waves
Demons proudly take down the walls
The demons all march away
Proudly marching to that drum
Upon each head a fresh bloody rag
Leaving all dead
Following the dreaded black red flag
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