'RED CRESCENT"

On evils' eve
'Red Crescent' proceeds
upon his pestilent, piebald steed.

His left hand grasps a sliver chalice
His right tightly holds
a clenched fist of malice.

A callous smirk shields his grin
an archaic skull
lacking skin.

The onslaught of dusk beckons the night
for a falcate moon
to strain its light.

Drawn upon his vacuous frame
are keratose features
foreboding pain.

An ascendant of the apocalypse
Born from bad bloods'
haunted hips.

A deadly descendant created in vain
simply known as
'Red Crescent' by name.

His facade of fame deceives but naught
The 'Grim Reaper' steals
those the 'Red Crescent' caught.

The dominant doom-bringer
dismounts his horse
creating a quake of unimaginable force.

Shuddering shocks are soon after felt
throughout the beings
about to be dealt

The hand of death, stricken with smite
by the blade of 'Red Crescent'
concealing their life.

His fingernails slice through living flesh
scoring the meat
so sweet and fresh.

Screams fulfil
the ‘Red Crescents’ will
rousing ‘The Reaper’ to claim his kill.

Well into the night the doomsday pair
implore for more gore
with a lust they both share.

But a moonlight shadow, hovers hell bent
Above ‘Red Crescent’
Heaven sent.

‘The Reaper’ realizes that his disguise
has left no room
for compromise.

Thus to his demise
coupe de grace
puts him in his final place.

The scavenger of second hand souls
falls beneath
sacrificial holes.

Maimed in mercy, an immortal fool
shall never again reign
where ‘The Red Crescent’ rules.

Carey Milton