Evil rides the wind like a virus to infect and destroy us all. |
Note: this poem was written for Jerry Powell, another writer here on Writing.com. It is now part of his amazing novella "The Dragon Rises". The wind had voices, did they sing? Around about, a devil in dust danced here and there, and struck to force the knights of day to join its waltz, to rock and sway. The voices, if such they were, lingered only long enough to cast an eerie melody. One is in the hearts of men, another floats in spirit. A virus lives upon the air, it can work its way inside. And if dormant long, it becomes too late to bridge life's gap. Does malevolence lie in wait as well, in the soil, or the water, or the firmament? And here is the novella:
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