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Apocalypse Day
Apocalypse Day
When I opened my eyes, the day rushed in.
It was sunny and beautiful and devoid of sin.
With lawnmowers running, children’s voices played
on a breeze off the coast this weekend’s Saturday.
I waved at my neighbors, Sam, Ernie and Mack.
They busied with yard work but smiled and waved back.
I looked for my car keys. The cupboard was bare
but what was this something I sensed in the air?
An eerie, gut wrenching thickness of black…
Wait! That’s when I heard it, a lightning crack.
I raised my head. The neighbors did too.
Our attention was riveted like nails in glue!!
Then Boom! The Sun darkened. The Moon turned red.
An immense Gate appeared, scraping sky with dread.
We looked up trembling, not knowing what to say.
Who thought such a Saturday would be Judgement Day!
The Gate blasted open as if punched with a fist.
Through black smoke rode the First Horseman of the Apocalypse;
gold crowned, arrows flying from his Bow Archer’s hand
riding white horse, Jupiter, for the conquering of man.
We scattered, ran screaming in the streets from this.
Out leaped the Second Horseman of the Apocalypse.
In his hand a great sword sliced Peace from the Earth
while his red horse, Juno, stomped chunks ‘till they burst!
In the shock-gripped panic of fear in our midst,
out galloped the Third Horseman of the Apocalypse
on a black horse Neptune, balance scales in his hand
letting loose the Flood Waters pounding Man, pounding Land.
The Fourth Horseman Death, on Vesta a pale horse,
plunged through the Gate on his predetermined course,
beckoning with a hand’s white bony finger slim
for all of Hell’s hordes to erupt and follow him!
All Seven Seals broken now. Lightning cracks loud.
A mighty Angel descended clothed in a mighty cloud
with feet and legs of fire, one on land, one in sea.
Seven angels played on trumpets one Destruction symphony.
Man profaned God’s Wisdom by not doing what he oughta.
Now the Beast with seven heads comes rising from the water
with ten horns sharp and a wet body cold
to swallow and devour all the Souls of Man whole!
Twilight shivers shake the ground in evening’s light decay.
Hoofbeats rumble! Lightning strikes to claw the night in grey!
The Beast knocks once your door and it opens under power
and to your ear from out the darkness whispers…..”Judgement Hour”.
Namyh
When I opened my eyes, the day rushed in.
It was sunny and beautiful and devoid of sin.
With lawnmowers running, children’s voices played
on a breeze off the coast this weekend’s Saturday.
I waved at my neighbors, Sam, Ernie and Mack.
They busied with yard work but smiled and waved back.
I looked for my car keys. The cupboard was bare
but what was this something I sensed in the air?
An eerie, gut wrenching thickness of black…
Wait! That’s when I heard it, a lightning crack.
I raised my head. The neighbors did too.
Our attention was riveted like nails in glue!!
Then Boom! The Sun darkened. The Moon turned red.
An immense Gate appeared, scraping sky with dread.
We looked up trembling, not knowing what to say.
Who thought such a Saturday would be Judgement Day!
The Gate blasted open as if punched with a fist.
Through black smoke rode the First Horseman of the Apocalypse;
gold crowned, arrows flying from his Bow Archer’s hand
riding white horse, Jupiter, for the conquering of man.
We scattered, ran screaming in the streets from this.
Out leaped the Second Horseman of the Apocalypse.
In his hand a great sword sliced Peace from the Earth
while his red horse, Juno, stomped chunks ‘till they burst!
In the shock-gripped panic of fear in our midst,
out galloped the Third Horseman of the Apocalypse
on a black horse Neptune, balance scales in his hand
letting loose the Flood Waters pounding Man, pounding Land.
The Fourth Horseman Death, on Vesta a pale horse,
plunged through the Gate on his predetermined course,
beckoning with a hand’s white bony finger slim
for all of Hell’s hordes to erupt and follow him!
All Seven Seals broken now. Lightning cracks loud.
A mighty Angel descended clothed in a mighty cloud
with feet and legs of fire, one on land, one in sea.
Seven angels played on trumpets one Destruction symphony.
Man profaned God’s Wisdom by not doing what he oughta.
Now the Beast with seven heads comes rising from the water
with ten horns sharp and a wet body cold
to swallow and devour all the Souls of Man whole!
Twilight shivers shake the ground in evening’s light decay.
Hoofbeats rumble! Lightning strikes to claw the night in grey!
The Beast knocks once your door and it opens under power
and to your ear from out the darkness whispers…..”Judgement Hour”.
Namyh
Published 23rd Feb 2024
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24th Feb 2024 10:17am
24th Feb 2024 12:50pm
Your scenario makes me recall ''War of the world'' H.G Welles adapted to the cinema by S.Spielberg but then the twist is that yours is not alien invasion but rather spiritually approached and scripted like a real''Judgement day''
what concerns me is the poetry that envelops your creative story which i do appreciate to such a degree!!
Thanks for your creattive mind.
what concerns me is the poetry that envelops your creative story which i do appreciate to such a degree!!
Thanks for your creattive mind.
