In the End of Days
A
ravaged
savage sea
seethes like lava
underneath the moon,
strange eye in clouded sky.
It stares blackly out at man,
bright orange iris reflecting
angry flames of waves below. . . Sun fled;
now all we know is Satan in the moon.
For Paula Swanson’s “Blind Faith” contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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