Reckoning

The day is coming to an end On the western horizon sun will extend Before behind horizon sun will descend The symphony of light down to earth it will send The sun is the oldest symbol for God The essence of soul above the lines of beyond abstract hide behind its facade Then there is something that seems odd Something appears on the horizon like a puff of smoke above flag pole rod The dragon that shows its visage engulfs the sun whole Complete with anomalies and all In the paradox of balance of judgment Babylon reflects in the soul And the world and universe spins out of control