Cursed Art Poem by Mark Cho

Death.

beyond the doorstep
within a town of doubters
the night was screeched deaf
as all light is cannibalised
by the Paint's grind

the Frame claws every tile
defiles every sanctuary
fireplace sweating
as Its empty eyes
embrace Hell

shadows convulse and consume
the flesh of souls
moulds them into
their master's trophies
minions of insanity
summoned from Its screams

all rooms implode in blood
even evil cowers at the sight
as the will to fight is drowned
out and replaced by Hell's might
Painting forged by the darkness itself
the floors gushed in a murderous hue

the curse takes residence
for the Painting needs Its feast
an unquenchable gluttony of souls
another owner is draped inside Its nightmare
their screams drained by the dark
their eyes lost to the cackles
until they become one with the Art
until they are nothing

Silence.