Three

Three

How can three words do so much, mean the change?
Unrelenting painful existence, a warhead
Three words can consume even the greatest man
To the meek it is a toxic cloud
With fallout remaining to get all the rest
Ash and brimstone, the floes of Death himself
Rubble and debris, the anthem of lacklustered survivors
All from the three words, an unholy trinity
Three pillars of henceforth destruction, uttered by demons
A triple entente, the spearhead forged in fires; cruel
The jowls of three raise the hackles of the few
Upon entering, descend into the bowels, three surrounds
Trivestiges claw: tooth and nail; what’s none of three?
It is the three-fingered granite fist that kills
Their roots hidden, vague, withdrawn from the mire
Another three can set them free; perilous few
Only time shall tell, more than a couple: three