The sky vibrant, clear blue and mood serene
The trees flourished with spring leaves green
The streets full, festive and feeling alive
An image that only a dream could contrive
Eyes drawn to a mysterious presence in the sky above
Whiffs of cloud moving snake like seen at the start
To become a procession, four escorting a symbolic cloth of love
A flag white, gilded in gold and Cross in red spanning its heart
Slowly, with purpose, it came larger, closer into view
All became silent, suspended, not knowing what to do
Mere feet above, the vision was now in full sight
Then Angels from clouds did appear, the flag floating upright
From the flag came a glowing apparition, it was Jesus Christ
He spoke to all; His words were of regret and dismay
The silence spoke loud of their hushed fright
Then the ground beneath their feet began to fall away
Into the darkest of dark all were fallen, consumed
Just the echo of Christ's last word loomed
No screams of suffering or pain could be heard
Then from this vision I awoke, greatly disturbed.
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Poetry & Prose
PoetryHello and welcome. What follows is an eclectic collection of poems and some prose, spawned from this author's mind; often a visceral response to intellectual and at times, philosophical pursuance spanning from the mundane to worldly of subject mat...
