Necromatic Leviathon soaring ghoslty o'er head
Xenomorphic horror scouring the city of dead.
This necrotic wasteland is all but still.
It turns everything it touches crimsonly ill.
Viral weeds sprout and plague the land;
Death from above bleeding deadly sand.
Yet another nightmare waiting to blume
Under this place's gruesome gloom.
Nothing is alive here but death:
And all share one stagnant breath.
© Jerry Langdon 2021
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