I wrote this poem as a commentary on the condition of the world today as I see it.
END OF TIME:
Too many secrets weary eyes can often never hold,
The pain of shame and guilt my friend will finally unfold,
Virginal tears of self remorse shall wash away your joy,
There is no place to run and hide, you can not be coy.
Life itself has come full circle; it can not be broken,
Resistance merely precedes the end, it is only token,
Fallen roses litter the earth around the shallow grave,
Countless lie in deprivation both cowardly and brave.
A fighting spirit has been crushed below gargantuan weight,
Agonising indecision merely confirms our wretched fate,
Oh my friend tis far too late to make a final stand,
Remnants of your former strength lie littered like the sand.
‘Tis the day the sky will fall the earth will finally rise,
Bastions of more peaceful times destructively collide,
Anarchy and hatred decimate, engulf, enshroud,
The rumbling thunder of discontent explodes within the clouds.
This is the time when a roguish few control the will of man,
Bloody tears caress the earth covering all the land,
And in this hour deceptive lies will prey upon the truth,
The seeds of evil sown so long ago will finally bear fruit.
A blessed few are all that is left; they fight a lonely cause,
Like flickering candles in the blackest night they never really pause,
Alas, the moonless night will hunt, the wicked shall prevail,
For on this bleakest of all morns, the devil drops his veil.
The scourge of death has been unleashed upon all life today,
One last time the curtain falls, the soothsayer has his say,
For on the morrow angels weep as they are surely next,
Even they can not escape the end; they must taste the kiss of death.
