Here After Damned

 

Here After Damned

In the desolation of night, the walking dead will return, to desecrate his sallow stone,

For him, the wicked one, who stole tiny souls, ripped them from their loving homes.

The poor innocent children, now locked in deaths dark grip, that struck them free,

From the evil world, he strove to create, now plumbing the dark depths of eternity.

Where time doesn’t care, and space is lost, within the sombre shadows haunted,

As he sold his soul, to become the heartless empty form, by restless victims taunted.

Aimlessly they will congregate about his grave, set astray, knowing no other place,

While they drift without relief, the soulless sea of pain and grief, the hollow space.

Gathering at the place, where he finally drowned, within the sins of his emptiness,

All the lies and deceit, the awful games he played, of torture, agony, and distress.

His loyal followers damned, as they worshiped the ground, upon which he walked,

Living his morbid dreams, his crazy aspirations, the web of treachery he talked.

The survivors will despise his name, along with those in kind, when he is passed,

Knowing that all the damage he has done, the children slayer has slated his last!

As Puzin’s crew, are vehemently pursued, Vatnyk’s, Orcs, and convicts, his plague,

Set to answer for the torture and rape, their heinous crimes, before the Hague.

While, for Ukraine’s brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers, there’ll be little relief,

Living in the awful shadow, the Putzites cast, struggling with loss, in eternal grief.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May 2023)