Immortal Sons
Unleashed from the east
A howling beast
Circles ’round the earth
Legions spent
Generations sent
Back into the dirt
In sweaty rooms
And rotting tombs
Beware the riff and throat
On blackened wings
This devil sings
Killing, note by note
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howling
legion
rotting tomb
riff and throat
wing
devil
note by note
These vocabulary choices set a frightening tone, and the poem’s claustrophobic structure renders the over all effect to be terrifying.
I think this poem is incredible in its economy and impact and fury. It reads like an incantation. A curse. It’s fantastic. Beautiful. Bravo.
Thank you! I’m a rock music nerd, and I’ve challenged myself to write all my Lex PoMo poems about specific bands.