Unholy
Tony DeLorger © 2016
Unholy, this darkness clawing sky,
as fourteen hooves of the apocalypse,
thunder across those lifeless plumes,
that once afferent, delicate sigh.
As gnarled hands like winter branches stripped,
emerge from earth and silent grave,
the knell of coming disaster and death,
decimate human hope eclipsed.
And who can see the sun,
withered of fear and empty days,
lost to hatred and demon seed,
foresaw the end of everyone?
When light shone on hearts, as freedom,
enriched those hopes held so tight,
and love echoed like birdsong,
unrequited by doubts and wrong.
The eleventh hour now haunts the dead,
risen to witness the final moments,
to end the disease of humanity’s ilk,
as mother earth is transformed to red.
As glowing eyes and blades of retribution find place,
and people now know their final fate,
will regret spill for lips, for all the selfish acts,
that tainted love and brotherhoods embrace?
Strangely, there is no regret,
at rest with what we have become,
love the death of compromise,
fallen to meaningless dispassionate discredit.
And so in screaming fiery pain,
the world implodes and life a once respected dream,
now penance for the darkness sought,
love dismissed and hearts the quest of basest gain.
The four horses now to rest.
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Powerful stuff here, Tony, and very well written. This poem sure slams out a strong message. Well done as always.
Thanks Phyllis, yes a bit strong but the way things are going in the world, anything can happen. Prayers are now like ‘War and Peace’, the novel. Cheers!