The End Is Near
fiery skies rage black
the dawn's light will never come
ash falls from death's cloud
wild beasts devour seed
the dry earth starves her children
thunder is our cries
rivers flow crimson
the moon drips blood from her wounds
earth trembles from fear
battle swords are drawn
cowards flee to hills and caves
destruction finds all
for Gail Doyle's End of the World Armageddon contest
June 19, 2012
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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