Victims

Bred to be bled and beaten down, dismantled, mantle burden lay up on me, swarming locust gather round.
Fiery skies laced with demon eyes in view with a view to bring me down!  Apocalypse now, I bow and hide in the shade, attempt to evade the tirade of falling flames and torrent of abuse in raid.
Malefic beasts of molten rock in flock upon the planes of earth, were helpless, selfless here in laid.
Reaping, screaming, weeping scorched upon the core, spore riddled, shrivelled limbs of age in rage, echoed in roar.
About to be disembowelled and fowled, robbed of my very soul.
I awake forsake in my bed still full of dread and sweat, I check in hope I’m fully whole.  Surreal, I feel and look around still reeling from resonance of sound, profound, I think upon my role.  My place here in existence, my essence, I will do good and avoid the fiery pits, this is my goal!