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Of the Coming Fire

the skelton of the watch
a vigil for the passing dead
things left unfed 
wraiths wander on 
watching wanting waiting 
guiding the blind in to the light
the instruments of time to mark mortality
counting the seconds, minutes, hours in life
the harbinger of the dread, 
the dead stands in the hall
the reapers machine runs 
in time to creations
metronome an artifact at the dawn of ages
of ancient design
in mechanisms of bone, 
gears, wires and things unknown
deep in the watch of night
of bones of springs gears and strings
deep in the heart of night
a complex something 
the visions of the afterworld
the passing of the souls into the void 
the watcher stands, a shadow deep in the woods
the reapers final toll, crimson of the inferno 
first flames of a holy eucharist
lucy's fire burning bright
counting of the seconds of a second christ
the coming king of Midnight 
the light bringer a skeletal vision
image remains, like the afterlight 
of a photograph 
afterflash a ghost of light hangs in the space
hangs the coming dead
the future in stillbirth amber aftermath  
the thing in the dark woods
bury it deep in ice and black snow
Thermal Nuclear Winter wills its dark deeds
an odd object ornate with jagged jade inlays
Glitter in the dark twin pinpricks seem
at midnight the hour strikes 
ringing of the chimes 
a call for the final toll
a sentinel figure the armature of a shallow 
shadowy man of bones, strings, gears, something sinister 
watches, waiting, wanting and willing 
A deed and a desire of the coming fire standing a dark vigil

Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021

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