To Meet Him
Fire rains from the sky,
While water surges from below,
I cannot fathom why,
I was forced to bow.
In the face of this destruction,
I stare intently,
Looking for any intention,
Finding coldness in an evil sentry.
One final query,
Without an answer no doubt,
Why bring us this fury,
When we know not what it's about.
As the rising tide reaches my feet,
And the ash from the sky crests my hair,
I simply shed a tear and wait,
To meet my creator.
Copyright © Lucas Holbrook | Year Posted 2015
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