"Black Harvest" Written By Milena Grubor

Rot festers deep in marrow, mind, and bone,

They raise false gods and reap what they have sown.
Wine dulls the scream, but cannot kill the guilt,
Blood stains their hands from all the havoc built.

The acrobats leap on splintered, cracking fire,
Blind to the teeth of night that never tire.

They dance in smoke and gilded, hollow air,
Unseen, the claws of reckoning prepare.

A Mother stirs where shadows bleed through skin,
She drags their sins back home, grinds each within.

No mask survives her gaze, no plea holds sway,
All deeds return to carve them where they lay.

Virtue rises sharp, a blade not balm,
Justice strikes in darkness, cold and calm.

All who sowed corruption, lust, and pain,
Shall walk in hell they made, forever chained.