Alone upon this rock so twisting,
Do I hear endless nothing hissing.
Blinding light fades between each star,
Dancing gas giants eclipse a heart.
Spinning away with horrific flight,
Crushing weight between the blight.
Hundreds sleep in rotting capsules,
Like worm-hidden innocent glossy apples.
Hush now wait we’re not alone,
Somethings attaching to our hull.
Our plague is set, ready to flow,
As red lights blink greenish-gold.
Open wide our metallic broken mouthes,
You’ll never live past the walls of our lurking houses.
But shhhhh, listen the spell is cast,
Your hearts have beaten their very last.
This is the Sinister Countdown. If you liked this descent into madness be sure to like and follow this month’s macabre passage. These stories, words, and poems come from the darker recesses of the mind behind the InkOwl. If you’d like to read past Sinister Countdown posts, follow the link below.