Prophetic light
concentric runes--
rings around
a blood moon--
torn seals
worn threads
Fate has retired
his dread loom.
Famine, War,
Plague, and Death
thunder through
the withering pall.
Dragons gather
for a feast--the
earth is wounded
now by star-fall.
And I beheld
three armies
gathered to pick
the bones of Earth.
And the Phoenix Prince
descending, wreathed
in incandescent
breath.
A word, a sword,
fell from his lips
And seas of blood
submerged all fear
A kingdom from
the dreams of man
arose in gleeming
crystal tiers.
In my dreams
I beheld the
fearsome price
of redemption's crown.
A godless earth
must pay in tears
for pulling every
steeple down.
excellent write!
Amor
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
In Spirit,
Bear
~Nikki~
apoctalyptic images from
seveeral cultures
a solid write
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john +