Unidentified Image Of Darkness Poem by Simonette Brebenariu

The grip of hands is gyrating on a creepy posture,
Blood runs to the flesh, the horrible and grayish nature...
Man's eye collapses from the terrifying bombing and in doom,
But still terror on that man's hand of claw, clinging-rustic broom!
Spell might be in this unusual, weird, and monstrous creature,
Succomb the enigma, on such appearance...a manly-like vulture;
Body decayed, with flesh out, reddish...eyes big...fangs impure-
Secrete the venom of death, as life on an obvious call of torture!
An outcast to consider this Unidentified Image of Darkness,
The war created him, through scientific and eccentric madness;
From soil, even technologies conspire the adept of geniuses,
The thrill outburst to the nation, without love but full of injustices!