My Last Walk

I watched a devil dance Across the plain in its dusty prance To look up high towards the sun Burnt my eyes as it’s battle won The snake slithers and then curled On a rock like the heat of hell I was walking towards the coast Not stopping just wanting the it to end the most And I had not sighted another soul As I journeyed on with less control For the world was lost in a blinding flash When neither side won as the world gasped. © Paul Warren Poetry