Army of Eyeless

I decided to focus myself and write a poem today. This is about a set of characters from my novel I've been working on (for years). "Technical specs": 11 syllable isometric lines, aabb rhyming stanzas...or something like that...

In soil they tunnel. Worms of an ancient curse
doomed to lie beneath. Dying to be unearthed.
A leaderless horde, allegiance sworn to none
save the author of their bastard creation.

To breathe in daylight, a sensation unknown.
Only at dead of night. At dark they burrow
up and breach to taste cool air, writhing above
the cells to which they are condemned to abide.

Possessed and obsessed, his hand is set. His course
to create a breed. Blind allegiance. brute force.
Hatred seething in forgotten dormancy.
To rid itself of its captives, the Earth's pleas

Chewing the remains of anciently decayed.
A maze of fecal rot and bone in their wake.
Obedience to a master never seen
nor known. Alone, yet numberless, souls empty.

When called upon, forged intent to heed their liege.
Lord of creation stays his hand at calling
upon their loyalty and summoning death
at the cold, unflinching Army of Eyeless.

by Derek Herzberg