December the Twenty First

Now the last chime is past, this day, December the 21st is here The world awaits the Mayan predictions, now we fear their seers How many are waiting around like rabbits caught in the lights Fearing to move from where they are, to disappear from sight What's in your last thoughts before you are taken out Mocking this day of reckoning, now you challenge it's doubt They say your life flashes before you the moment before you die To the wall you look forever, your family photo's, now come the cries Your favourite song you hear today you will never hear again Whilst one drifts into no where's abyss, listening will be in vain Recalling past moments, past memories, now distant to us all As we dared to ignore their calendar, humanity is now in fall Me, well I just stare out the window, to await this marvel of time Never fearing what's about to happen, maybe we've undermined Hours of this day now pass, the media in ignorant dismiss Ridiculing the seers of the Mayan, assuming the worlds still in bliss As I turn to view the screen, footage from the Shuttle is shown The Mariana Trench has risen, massive displacement of water shown Waves of gigantic proportions are rising to thousands of feet To many shores the Shuttle will capture, so many countries it will greet The movement of her plates, are rupturing along their paths Volcanoes in Indonesia are spewing out mountains of ash The lowlands like Bangladesh are imploding onto chasms so deep Borders that we knew existed are now in cataclysmic sweep The height of Everest is falling, as K2 crashes to the ground Deafening is her voice, as her catastrophe's in plenty abound All aboard the Shuttle, on this 21st of December day Witness the Mayan seers, whilst we scoffed, their words did say http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-20.php