Poem: The Gods of Death

The Great Worm

The Worm, it eats, and worms devour
the subtlest forms of man.
The Worm, loveless, in empty bower
consumes all life began.

The Darkness

The spreading shadows come at night
to recede come new day,
but some never awake to light
when Darkness comes to play.

The Echo

The past at times returns to us
in some ungodly form
to twist, reshape, make horrendous;
the past Echoes strange norms.