Vorans Imperatrix

Sometimes I see a song name, or a phrase and think to myself, "I like the way that sounds." So I set off to write a poem. Sometimes the poem is lighter, sometimes darker, but I always like them. I think titles are a very important part of any writing. This one is called "From Beneath You it Devours." I hope you enjoy.


From Beneath You it Devours

From beneath you it devours,
Eating at the feet of our children.
Do you feel safe indoors,
Hoping the wooden floors hold strong?
Do you feel it coming for you?
It burrows deep below you,
waiting for you to stumble.
It waits for you,
For a time to fill it's veins,
With the blood of your children,
With the blood from your veins.
Imperatrix Mundi it calls itself.
From beneath you it devours.
I lament the scars it leaves.