She has a soul as black as coal.
And even in twilight, she is midnight.
She has a smell like the stench of hell.
And on the East that beast must feast!
She lays waste to a world that pays.
Her hunger is a never ending wonder.
She takes and never learns from her mistakes.
Such a beast is the vilest curse of peace!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland