They have moved swiftly,
Their blackness tarnishing anything it touches.
With its corruption and stink.

We have almost been undone. 
We retreat into the house of light.
At the center.
Huddle around our small candle 
In a close room.

Mantle the light with care.
So they do not see it in the dark.

Where is god in this?
He offers no protection.
Just an incantation.

Speaks of faith and love.
While they press boots to necks.

Paper thin prayers catch in the flame 
Smoke ascend to what heaven?
I do not know.

I do not know how I will survive this depravity.

The hour is late.
Or it is early.
And nightmares keep me up.
Haunting my house.
A ghost among the living.

All the rules I have organized my life around so meticulously
Are being erased right before me.

They will take everything in the end.
And leave this place in ash.

May they enjoy their ash kingdom.
Until it falls too into the sea.