Reflection

A Poem by Tracey Hays

First poem I'd ever attempted to write.

Beneath a blackened sky,
The mirrors are all broken.
Tongues wrapped in barbwire,
Glass houses shattered with stones.
Devouring the cortex, the beast begins to stir.
They sweet brother shall pay,
Shall pay.
His house built up high,
Towers of gold.
Inlay of diamond.
The beast lies in your sanctum.
Thy sweet brother shall pay,
Shall pay.
From out of your sanctum,
The beast shall stride.
His force uncontrollable,
To it you shall abide.
Strike down your brother,
For his tower is high.
Build your own,
And you will not die..