THE CRIMSON STAR,
by Josh MaybrookIts name or origin none could say;
We looked up to sky one day
And saw descending from afar
A brightly shining crimson star.
The sky above our town grew dark;
No sun or moon remained to mark
The passing time, and from on high
The star gleamed like an evil eye.
That very night all over town
A madness dawned; men danced like clowns
Through streets and alleys newly stained
With blood where crimson terror reigned.
Now that mayhem’s storm seems ended
An eerie silence has descended;
Survivors, moving slowly, stare
Like mannequins into the air.
Whatever final doom awaits
We can’t escape this town; our fates
Are carven on its bricks and stones
And written on our very bones.
