"Resurrected Dawn"
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance,
The Dire Wolf's howl, a haunting trance,
Echoes through the ravaged land,
As humans tremble, at their own hand.
The scientists' hubris, a fatal flaw,
Unleashed the beasts, in a world gone raw,
The T-Rex stalks, with calculated stride,
The Triceratops, with armor, does reside.
The Pteranodon's wings, a darkening sky,
As humans cower, with a desperate cry,
The Saber-toothed Tiger, with eyes aglow,
Prowls the ruins, where cities once did grow.
The planet's reborn, in a primal scream,
As ancient monsters, reclaim their dream,
The humans, a fragile, quivering throng,
Must adapt, or perish, in this resurrected wrong.
The Dire Wolf's pack, a ruthless might,
Hunts down the last, of humanity's light,
Yet, in their eyes, a glimmer of fear,
As they confront, the creatures they did bring here.
The world is lost, in a bygone age,
Where humans are prey, and beasts do engage,
Their primal instincts, a force so bold,
The future's uncertain, as the past unfold.
In this resurrected dawn, where monsters roam,
Humanity's fate, is a desperate, final home.
Categories:
saber toothed tiger, angel, anniversary, beauty, bible,
Form: Rhyme
This pain is like a saber toothed tiger,
it ravishes, unrelenting, through bone.
These aches, spasms, intermittent rigor,
beckon my heart to but retreat, alone.
This tire, that does not replenish with rest,
but rather spits and mocks me to my core.
This pain, a parasite, unwanted guest,
consumed, l lie wrapped fetal on the floor.
Despite this illness, that naught can resolve,
I know, in my heart, God shall hear my plea.
The time shall come, when all my ills dissolve,
and my soul and spirit shall jump with glee.
So Father God, my most gracious, kind friend,
be with me now, through this, until the end.
03.02.2024
Categories:
saber toothed tiger, faith, god, hope, pain,
Form: Sonnet