The Coming King

The Coming King

I see a light shone blinded
caressed the sky.
Thousands have vanished
and fear reigns supreme.
Millions wander aimlessly,
confusion coating the span of time.
Many lost hope to gain
and only the sound of crying remains;
these, the dying pains.

The truth shown in plain sight
but many are frightened, refusing to believe.
The Believers does not fight;
the Lost does not grieve.
Chaos corrupts the lives of many
as greed fills the streets.
Betrayal among family grows uncontrollably;
shown the worldly feats

The Word left upon fire
hung by a wire,
in spite the devilish desire:
To take that which doesn't belong.
The Children's gone and vanished,
banished from the minds before the trumpet sounded.
Friends among friends,
families among families
gone in a blink of an eye.

Dread;
it fills the hearts of many
and some, hatred consume their essence.
They live their ignorant lives,
haplessly unaware that torment is yet to come.
Almost here;
havoc wake in the hearts hardened by numb.

The number upon the flesh,
accept the fate or die.
River of red pours out upon the streets;
many are gone like thieves in the night.
Many foreseen these Godly feats.
Many still blinded by that Godly light.
Many are weakened by this deadly plight.

Wars erupt between the Believers and not;
Blood sheds more and more with every shot.
Every passing day,
we pray, and still the violence consumes.
Who is there to save us from ourselves?
Arose a light, blinded like the sun,
The King has return!
The Children has won!
Bleed no longer;
feed your anger no longer.
We will be stronger
forever longer.

--Adam M. Snow--

 

Author's Note

I never once changed the fonts on any of my poems here on Writerscafe, so I decided to give it a shot. The fonts I used are Olde English, Dear Joe and Cloister Black.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. I like the description and the desire of this poem. I don't believe the end will be easy. Will be long and a lot of pain for the next generation. They will pay for our waste and destruction. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[mamachansensei]

Awesome. It's revelation come to life.

[Poetic Beauty]

There is much passion poured into this piece and you speak many truths throughout this piece. You have done this with great skill and insight with a strong belief in God.