Rosen Blut

ROSEN BLUT And when the final times had come to be known by all, as the doomsday rock had set its way, those who had seen its course chose they must not remain in silence but prophesy even about the end. And people laughed and believed us not until it showed as a star into the morning sky. And then they did say look how many risings of the sun have we left? And the children did ask how big can it be? Then said the heralds, yea even bigger than the sky. Look! This is what will end our time.... ....and together will they rule over the world and all they that dwelled there-on for the rest of its days which were numbered and few. © Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet aka Ron Wilson ©