Life and Death
An ominous eerie cloud, fear itself
Swept in from the west on bitter cold wind
Layered beneath it a frozen ice shelf
All are doomed--the forecaster subtly grinned.
"Flee to the east, all people who have sinned,
Time to think of nobody--save yourself!"
Those left behind will certainly be pinned
An ominous eerie cloud, fear itself.
Death will come slowly in the frozen shelf
Mothers clutching babies their bodies skinned
A father screaming mercy for himself
Swept in from the west on bitter cold wind.
Animals, too, their blood completely thinned
Are shrieking in horror 'neath freezing pelf
No one to help, everyone left to fend
Layered beneath it a frozen ice shelf.
A homeless man deserted by himself
Attempting with the fleeing crowd to blend
Is ruthlessly shoved behind selfish wealth
All are doomed—the forecaster subtly grinned.
Fleeing parents promising they will send
Help to son left to perish by himself
It will not come, do not expect, my friend,
Armageddon is in the icy shelf
An ominous eerie cloud.
Written April 27, 2021
Exclusively for "A Poem of Horror" Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama
Using Rondeau Redouble (Modified) by Constance La France
Syllables checked by PS and HMS (There were differences!)
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2021
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