Apocalypse Rising
Dead echoes the night
A thud welcoming thunder
Vampire ghost lurking in sight
Wails like chains cut in asunder.
It is rising, my blood pressure
As each soul soiled beneath
Profusely blood spray without measure
Lost in frenzy struggle for breath.
Terrors of horrors insignia
Looming in the refuge of death
Apprehended future signal
To comprehend a seeing sight strength.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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