Thursday, March 2, 2017

Time is up

The end approaches
Running out of time
The portal is open
Lives broken
The wine poured out

We knew this was happening
The signs and portents easily seen
No fear of the unknown
We are drunk
Upon our doubts

Above in the sky are the locusts
Upon the ground fire
Chased by hounds
Unleashed and hungry
The riders have come

They are named

The victims have long known
Time was short
Their lives in jeopardy
They had plenty of warnings
There was no treachery

The world is dead
The funeral is ongoing
We are forsaken
Drunk upon fear
Wrath overflowing