opening the door to an almost empty place,
the person to meet doesn't turn around to face,
instead he clicks his fingers pointing to sit,
at this table the candle dimly lit,
with only a look he prepares papers with the deal,
while sitting over an almost empty plate meal,
giving quickly as not attention to attract,
then sitting again pulling his fingers until they cracked,
taking a bite of his food now cold,
with the papers now signed he begins to fold,
placing them in his case by unlocking the latch,
he pulls out a gun now for his catch,
undercover detective all these years,
caught them all as his retirement nears.

towering church spikes poke out through the flood,
the sacrifice was made with the giving of blood,
volcanoes spew orange red and black,
as if nature itself was behind the attack,
mountains shake to fall crushing homes under,
and storms wave the sea striking with thunder,
boiling oceans raise gases to block out the sun,
in our instinct we try to run,
inevitable death waits for those with fear,
we were a blink of existence on this planet here.

bumbling wizard casting his spells out loud,
from his book he casts making a thick cloud,
dropping the book he cannot find,
feeling the floor around and behind,
bumping his head causing him to be dazed,
he sees the door open looking completely amazed,
the servant girl calls his name bringing a plate,
he always liked her but never asked for a date,
she cannot see and waves her hands to find him through the mist,
casting another spell making her not resist,
a love spell to care for him in ways he never knew,
he kisses her as his robe he threw,
laying on the bed as the mist clears,
he opens his eyes bringing all his fears,
it was not the servant he thought about,
it was the hagging whore he gives a shout,
the door opens again being the servant he loves instead,
seeing him naked with her on the bed,
the wizard watches her leave the room not looking well,
he picks up the book again looking for a forgetting spell.

i love the way you speak to me to entertain,
seeing you bringing a smile to my face again and again,
saying cute things with excitement in between,
never from your words anything close to mean,
you bring the sunshine in my night,
make all surrounding feel perfectly alright,
glad to know your there when everything seems sad,
to calm my emotions if i ever feel mad,
exchanging the words we says to overcome all obstacles in front,
while together side by side to absorb the full brunt,
nothing gives me happiness more than knowing you,
just letting you know how much i love so you knew.

a young evil girl walks outside with some seeds,
placing them into the ground away from weeds,
over time the plant grows tall,
in the autumn times she watches happy as leaves fall,
pushing the surrounding dirt to spread,
the roots push through the edge of the garden bed,
the girl now grown to a nice woman trims the tree,
an accident happens with a limb hitting her knee,
stuck outside with no one else to save,
she begins to crawl being harder but brave,
the other roots of the tree blocking her path out,
she calls for help with her loudest hours of shout,
crying from the constant intense pain,
as now the clouds begin to rain,
wetting the electrical chainsaw she used to trim,
the water soaks into the dirt creating mud around the limb,
turning pale with her blood draining fast,
zapping her body with the power cord at last,
she sinks into the mud slowly under deep,
now the tree plants her as a favour so cheap,
times pass again with home now sold,
with a story never to be told.

locked in a room the warriors awaken,
no memory of what happened when taken,
looking around to see their place,
with one man having a giant scar on his face,
one man asks questions but not the same language as the rest,
frustrated the bigger one stand feeling he is best,
while another challenges him not wanting to be ruled,
another thinks about how he could have been fooled,
each blaming another not understanding why,
while the smallest figures out they all must die,
knowing this is the reason as surviving the night,
they all stand in a circle at the beginning of their fight.

they come down from the hills,
treading deep over centuries adding to their skills,
front hoof spiked to kick hard in attack,
with a hard shell protecting from the back,
their head just as hard with exposed bone,
traveling in a pack to hunt never alone,
a roar for the leader pointing to prey,
singling out a younger animal from the herd a stray,
moving towards beginning to surround,
their size very large but careful not to make sound,
the other animal covered in fattened lumps,
the leader of the pack to surprise he jumps,
knocking down the hunted to break its softer skin,
as hunger is for what dwells within,
breaking and gnawing the bones crunch,
for the pack of the hunters this is their lunch.

feeling the beginning of push from mudded Earth,
knowing the depth for which i am worth,
hatching like an egg spreading over a space,
never moving from this harsh place,
growing more as time means nothing to my purpose of being,
always touched by wind but never seeing,
nutrient of below feeding through the stem to flower,
bright sun shine on me and clouds shower,
life is worth living for something so small,
because you dont need to be a tree to stand tall.

biting into the meat of the latest hunt is the beasts of three,
ripping flesh from the bone in sounds of shredding breaking free,
burps heard from one swallowing too much,
as the second runs his fingers through the blood loving the touch,
the last sits back after filling his gut,
then the second moves over making a new cut,
kicked back by the third as he defends his space,
cursing with a hiss with hatred in sickening thoughts he is the same race,
the first giggles with continued eating of the flesh,
the biting getting larger with the taste so fresh,
the second begins to choke after swallowing down the wrong hole,
as the third rolls his eyes picking him up like a doll,
punching into the chest to release the meat stuck,
the second lays down being hurt after struck,
caring yet only seconds earlier filled with hate,
together they stay to live because this is their fate.

the children of the class all talk quiet at first,
then one tells a joke with laughing to burst,
louder they speak until shhhhh! is said,
then they get back to work lowering their head,
again some talking as it raises to high,
someone is hurt to let out a loud cry,
again the sound rises above normal levels of its peak,
with a SHHHHH! louder causing a cease of speak,
lowered heads turn and whisper getting louder rising up,
the ripples of the teachers coffee with milk no sugar in her cup,
standing this time she moves to the middle of the room,
stares of evil from her eyes of doom,
looking around at each to see into their soul of guilty young,
just at that moment the bell rings after being rung.