Midnight, the air is tinged with the scent of death.
Living coward in fear as blood washes the streets turning everything red.
Kindling a wildfire to rampage the streets, a man destroys all that is loved.
Justice to be done in the heat of the night,
Ignorance or refusal drops a man six feet into the grave,
Heavy sins pushing you further, but who be the man that put you there? You or the killer?
Granted, the wildfire cursed many to the dark depths, and was sparked by the killer.
Flee? Many tried, but who can escape the flames when snatched by the fingers of death?
Everyone, sooner or later, rides the sorrowful hearse to the grave.
Do you deserve the winged flight up? Or the pushing fall to the fiery sea of red?
Count yourself lucky to be here another night,
Because you shouldn’t go on believing the lie that you aren’t loved.
After death stand the scale, either route you are loved.
Zanies cheat, avoiding with trickery, but nothing stops the killer.
Yellow light calls those who love and pulls them from the depths of night.
Xyris dressed beautifully and cared for, last not long, till the sting of death.
Wouldn’t you who are created alike, be loved longer than the roses of red?
Victory belongs to the holder of the Spirit; conqueror of the grave.
Under love, the sting has been lost, no power to the grave.
Turn up to the light, see it shining bright, and know that you are loved.
Stand now, in the wildfire, be untouched as it turns all red.
Run strong, run hard. In combat, destroy the works of the killer.
Quietly he falls, take heart and move on. Life has avoided sweet death.
Peace to you in this moment, but after day comes another night.
Oppression ambushes leaving running red blood after the piercing bite of death
Never are those the Spirit calls loved are seized by the darkness of night.
Midnight, the grave is fed by the bloodthirsty killer.
I wrote this poem in 2013 for my creative writing class. It was selected to be published in my school’s Creative Writing Magazine. It’s been sitting in my files with dust on it for a while. I’m glad to be able to clean it off and share it. To this day, I’m still proud of it.