Black Terror

by Vun Vann

Santa Ana, CA

Black is the night,

Fading stars twinkle softly

flaming over the dense forest,

Disappearing down the river of blood.

Black is the deep jungle of Cambodia,

Overcrowded with trees.

Red are the fruits,

Bearing cold blooded bitterness.

Soft white delicate flowers

Are too hard to see.

Black is the Raven,

Hidden behind the tree branch.

Dark eyes watching,

Alert to its prey.

Red is the heart,

racing with fear,

An omen of danger.

Black is the Khmer Rouge,

Creeping closer on the forest floor.

Terrorizing even the overgrown trees.

That stir to embraces their neighbors.

Red is their eyes,

Blazing with hatred,

Vicious hunger, lust for prey,

Black is their face

The deception hidden from sight.

Black is where the leaves are crunching,

Hearts beating, bushes stirring,

Gun clicking,

BANG !

Innocent blood pouring out

into the darkness,

Sucking, swallowing

By the Black Terror.

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