Silver Death

by Emily Powers
(Saskatoon, SK, CA)

When the colors fade to gray,
and the clock's ticking stops
that is when the silver devils play
in the moon lit night

They hunt upon the weak prey
while the silver tears run
from the eye's of their leader

They feel the sensation
of fire burning in their
minds,

And once they hear the hiss of pain
in the walls of the castle,
they will come crumbling when
the sound of the silver cry of death
is shed from their creator

That is when they will
all fall down and perish
into the death from the
silver flames.