Drip, Drip, Dripping

In a wilderness of black despair
With cast off shadows everywhere
A silent fog blankets the ground
As you hear movement all around
The drip, drip, dripping echoes now
A bleeding wound you wonder how
Though not seen, the moonlight glows
Through the fog with luminous prose
Sticky sweat flows from your brow
Its odor sweet, yet, oh so foul
You cannot move for it would end
A movement now to death you send
In an instant before the light goes out
To fast to it happens for you to shout
A silent end to a most dreadful time
The dart strikes home the fault’s not mine
Your heart is silenced and bleeds its last
The drip, drip, dripping is coming fast
Dying there in frozen peril
Arms fallen now a face so feral
Another sits in deep despair
The drip, drip, dripping is everywhere . , .
Hak
1951 /  11 June 2001
See what happens when I have time on my hands?  Or was it blood?  Hmmmmmm!