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
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