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Well Was That the End

I read and pray you comprehend. Watching him read those words was hard Seeming so cold and white in heart Void of the sun the clouds turn pale Who gains breath after all carries the tale. Wraiths roamed the streets A ghost town gained empty streets. A heart without fear here rare Popping from their roots houses where in the air. Boiling from beneath magma rose Fields and gardens saw no rose. Like a rainy day came fire balls In the clouds Armageddon fanfare calls. In every orison such should seize In ormolus of gold were in the Prince Of Peace. “Should the RainMan shudder in fear?” Always is a snake and a mongoose fight fierce. “Well…was that the end in fight?” ‘tis in old notes mortals keep off sight. And so I end my tale benighted of the end.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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