31 Tales (Volume II) - Powers Unlocked

Wretched - Poem #12

What is that stench?
What is that stench?
It reeks like high heaven.
An awful foul stench.
You retch and you hurl.
As you cling to your stomach.
Stomach? Oops was that too soon?
But the foulness, the stench it reached to the moon.
What is that stench?
What is that smell?
Has someone gone and let a rat out of hell?
A body laid there dead on the floor.
Sat by their feet dirty and poor.
Not poor of money for a suit they did wear.
You could tell by their face and the state of their hair.
This was a wealthy man laid dead on that floor.
A wealthy man turned pauper, turned pauper turned corpse.
Something was happening.
The winds they had changed.
The powers people developed were becoming more estranged.
They had started with a boy who rolled like a ball.
And a woman who used water to stand above them all.
Gone were the powers of light and of sweetness.
Now they were sick, bitter and cruel.
A girl who pierced skin.
A boy who exploded from within.
Now this.
This.
What was this?
What was happening?
Something was amiss.
Halloween was coming.
A change in the air.
The corpse was created by a power unfair.
They cried in the corner.
Just feet away.
Cradling their face from the smell of decay.
"What have I done?"
"Look what I did?"
"It wasn't your fault, just look at me kid"
They removed their hands from their face and they stared.
The rotting of flesh.
Her face had been torn.
A skull on display all weak and all worn.
Gone was the sweetness.
The rot ruled the fall.
A change was coming.
A dark change so cruel.