Autumn of the Apocalypse
Twilight betrays as intense colors
unfold,
Deep shades of indigo,
crimson and gold.
Listen, the wind
whispers of coming cold…
Wallowing in this
eerie autumn of the old.
A distant storm brews,
dark clouds portend
As ghosts and demons
of the past descend.
Their words foretell,
the final script is penned…
Warning us that everything
is supposed to end.
Fierce lightning
flashes rage across the sky;
Fear runs deep, as
apocalypse draws nigh.
Evil spirits clash
with terrifying battle cry…
Chilling screams fill
the night: flee or die!
Dawn succumbs to a
dense blanket of despair;
The smell of death is
omnipresent, everywhere.
Grisly remnants
reveal no mortals left to spare…
All trace of humanity
has vanished into thin air.
Colleen Keller
Breuning © 2014
October 23, 2014
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