The End

This sense of fear that grows as twilight fades And reapers of souls descend on the Earth, To feed on destruction in chaos’ birth, Dear angels of truth tremble in the shades. The eyes of Man see nothing but old mud, Where the beauty of nature once stood proud, There is no movement, not even a cloud, Divine Mother sucked dry of sacred blood. The warning signs lie silent and ignored, With pathways to life eternally closed, If only they listened or just supposed For a moment so time could be restored. As Earth enters apocalyptic age, All life must pay this, the final wage. Form: Canadian Sonnet Parameters: Structure: Composed over 3 quatrains and a couplet Meter: Consistent iambic pentameter or decasyllabic Rhyme Schema: abba cddc effe gg