Nefarious

• Iman Fakoua, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2008

The darkness comes forth to embrace the unsuspecting city
Cynthia’s elegance alone strikes shame in the word pretty
Stars dance ablaze upon her divine masterpiece in the sky
She shines brighter than her twin and lets out a lonely sigh

From beneath the façade of decorum, her minions escape
With only one desire and purpose, ‘tis your soul they wish to take’
Wreaking havoc amongst the defenceless mortals, they dine
They stop and fear nothing, even contriving against their own kind

The apparent festering of their skin accurately perceives their nature
On this hunt for humans it is the blood they thirst for and savour
The moons luminosity travels from above and hits their pale flesh
Alas the more they drink, the more they desire something fresh

Infants mourn the loss of their loved ones as they wail in despair
The nefarious beings wipe out entire family lines without a care
Children attempt to flee from the firm grasp they keep
Onward they ravage, for it is more crimson liquid they seek

As it holds true for everything else, all good things must come to an end
‘Tis a true shame these scoundrels we will never apprehend ‘
For, just as the pieces mend in one unfortunate city,
Another falls for us to weep in dear pity