It stood alone upon that ancient sun cursed land,
Built by broken souls of fettered hand.
Monolithic colossus of eldritch powers,
Designed by fevered minds atop brazen towers.
The architects uncaring to slaves plight,
Forcing tasks impossible but with fatal might.
Misery and murder in name of death deified,
Horrific twisted God of cruel sadistic pride.
An unsettling reflection of hidden human desires,
His name Moloch, sacrifices unending to his eternal fires.
Kurlev 2016