Phases of the Moon
Phases of the Moon
A white horse comes to me in trance
The four beasts usher him
Armageddon with a bloody lance
Death’s bony hands are thin
Do we dare to go to sleep?
Disasters coming thick
Final days upon us creep
Destruction coming quick
Wedged between the phases of the moon
Before the die is cast
The grim benediction of the gloom
shadows of the past
To venture not beneath your load
To discard the awful part
The beating of your heart is slowed
Regret reboot restart…
Don Johnson
Dear Anne
The signs are there so have a care
death and devastation are not rare
Today upon the planet
the prophesy from bible stares
a fish caught by the gannet
hope i'm wrong
love
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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