Tuesday, July 26, 2011

the scream of the night 3

One by one the car moves away
Leaving behind the smoke of haze
Screaming tyres in the quiet night
The parking lot is left empty again

The ambulance gone
The police officers finish up their work
The yellow line to bar any one from entering
They too leave to the station

The night has become silent
There is no sound to be heard
The lonely night finally returns
The empty lot waiting for something

The black smoke rising
The floating images arrive
The dark forces land on the ground
“We have to take this command!”

“But Boss you must know
We aren't alone in this world
Look upwards Boss
The black clothed woman”

“She's nothing!
I am the leader of this pack
She has her own interests”
“Boss you shouldn't try to cut her off!”

“Why not?
I am your leader!”
“Since when big mouth?
You have gone over your head”

“I am sorry to displease you
I was trying to engage with conversation
I mean no disrespect my queen”
“You better know your place”

“Now go and enjoy the night
Nobody can stop us now
We have the numbers
and the skill to wage a war!”


 
In the air the dark forces
Flying in group of 3 or 4
The red eyes and claw fingers
They fly in harmony of the night

In the police station
The officers are lazing around
There is hardly any distress call
When there is, death always flow

Some are smoking
Some colleagues arguing
Through the hand-phones
Knowing eyes about the opposite sex

Then the windows shatter
The shaves of glasses fly
Into the ground on the desks
The police officers stare

The evils fly in
The red eyes glowing
The tails lashing around
One officer is caught

He screams loudly
As the tail cuts him into parts
The entails drop on the floor
The dark creatures laugh

The officers open fire
The bullets fly hitting the creatures
Nothing seem right at their sight
The creatures never die!

The creatures jump on them
Catch up into the air
The officers struggle to get free
The demons bite their necks

Drain their life source
The taste of blood
The struggles in the air
The bodies lay still

The demons drop them
On the floor on the desks
Like rolling pins
No looking back

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