Devourer of Silence
When the Storm Speaks, You Won’t Survive to Listen
The storm ignites—black veins of fire,
Hissing tongues that twist and conspire.
The air is wrong. It groans. It sways.
The sky peels back in hungry waves.
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Lightning splits—a jagged grin,
Something slithers deep within.
A voice erupts, raw and torn,
Crawling from the static storm.
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Fingers stretch from flickering light,
Skeletal, crackling, whispering blight.
The wind convulses—shrieks, deforms—
Then drags me into the storm.
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Comments (4)
This is definitely my kind of poem
This is a very cold poem and I loved it. Remarkably well done and scary too!
I agree about the Poe effect here!
Frightening and reads like Poe. Good job.