Corruption

 

Here in the verdant meadows

All on a summer’s day

The dreaded army of the dark

Met with the noble fey

They fought until the long sundown

And the lost blood of the dead

Soaked into the sacred ground

And turned the roses red

 

When the fight was over

And the legion of the flies

Had swarmed across the corpses

Stealing hope from sightless eyes

The scarecrow from the hedgerow

Ventured out across the plain

And stole gold rings and bracelets

From the bodies of the slain

 

Into his patchwork pockets

He placed the magic hoard

Ignoring the accusations

Of the black crows as they soared

Above his shameful head

chastising his evil deed

and the damning motivation

spurred by avarice and greed

 

As day turned into night

the corrupt scarecrow left that place

And a pale light was cast

Upon his twisted upturned face

For when a heart is blackened

It’s no surprise that very soon

Even a kind and gentle soul

Will end up howling at the moon