To the Dead
by Trevor Carter
Demons circling brazen and bold
Closing in as plague takes hold
Young and old in talon clasp
Faces with quietus gasp
Depraved view before my eyes
Sounds of wailing and mothers' cries
Pestilence assassinates indiscriminate
Reaper’s coming swift and imminent
My own fortune, a source of guilt
The blossoms 'round me sadly wilt
Nothing done to end the fall
Now we follow a requiem call
Closing in as plague takes hold
Young and old in talon clasp
Faces with quietus gasp
Depraved view before my eyes
Sounds of wailing and mothers' cries
Pestilence assassinates indiscriminate
Reaper’s coming swift and imminent
My own fortune, a source of guilt
The blossoms 'round me sadly wilt
Nothing done to end the fall
Now we follow a requiem call
Trevor Carter is a self-taught writer with a passion for poetry. Inspired by the darker side of life and nature, he tends toward the macabre. He is a father and fiancé, and resides in Iowa with his fiancée and their young son.