Apocalypse

When the skies break out with thunder And pale ghosts the stars outnumber, When the sword of lightning falls And the owl of midnight calls, When the ocean’s growl is gray And dim hope has naught to say, Haggard Death shall play his lute, His reign cruel and absolute. When choked prayers fail to be Breaths of immortality, When gaunt visions spell cold doom, Sorrow, pain and clouds of gloom, When all creatures hide and hear Ravens shriek, benumbed by fear, All regret shall be in vain, Murdered and eclipsed by pain. When the frigid air is borne By the might which mauls the morn, When the nightingale is slain By the raspy, roaring rain, When the lovers’ hope is sunk By dark poison deeply drunk, Not a soul resist shall dare: All shall tremble and despair. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com