Well Was That the End
I read and pray you comprehend.
Watching him read those words was hard
Seeming so cold and white in heart
Void of the sun the clouds turn pale
Who gains breath after all carries the tale.
Wraiths roamed the streets
A ghost town gained empty streets.
A heart without fear here rare
Popping from their roots houses where in the air.
Boiling from beneath magma rose
Fields and gardens saw no rose.
Like a rainy day came fire balls
In the clouds Armageddon fanfare calls.
In every orison such should seize
In ormolus of gold were in the Prince Of Peace.
“Should the RainMan shudder in fear?”
Always is a snake and a mongoose fight fierce.
“Well…was that the end in fight?”
‘tis in old notes mortals keep off sight.
And so I end my tale benighted of the end.
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