Edith Doherty Eutsler Poet Prose Poetry

Stop, Cried the Man

"Stop," cried the man, "Can't you hear
screams so eerie to the ear?"
Following one another down the path,
some ears deaf to the wrath.
"Stop,"cried the man, "Can't you see
the flame of fire a head of thee?"

Weary souls kept moving on
hearing the cry of the man who warned.
Closer to the fire darkness crept in.
"Stop," he cried, " I have died for your sin."
"Believe in me," pleaded the man,
"Ignore my cry, you will be damned."

"Who are you?" shouted the crowd.
"Jesus Christ, God the Son," he cried a loud.
The path leads to Hell, souls torment,
forever the pain, no chance to repent.
Stop and listen to the cry of the man.
Before the world, that was God's plan.

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Poet Destroyer A December 26, 2014 at 11:59 PM EDITH, Congratulations -- This is a great way to end and start the new year, having your poem featured on the soups front page. Hope your Christmas was a merry one! Always & Forever ~LINDA~