Visions of the Apocalypse

something a little more epic than my usual poems...

Time has run its tireless course,

And the paths we’ve followed merge into one.

The rivers run red and the skies cry out above us,

The earth bears its son called death.

 

Together, we will march through the city of Babylon,

And behold the horsemen who come to judge and destroy.

We will stand before them for eons,

Listening as each sin is recited.

And we will stay watching as friend and brother

Fall through the ground.

Time will never move for us.

 

She is now the enchantress,

The wicked one,

Who taunts us with the past

And teases us with a future that will never come.

 

Still we will wait.

 

The dead will rise up from the shallow graves,

The mass graves,

The graves of rich and poor,

And together we will be judged,

Men beside corpses,

Sons beside ancestors

 

This will be our eternity of living death,

This will be our price for wickedness,

Seven sins no less,

But there will be no name for it,

No Hades and no Hell.

It will be known as the nothingness,

The bleakness,

The blackness,

An abyss that stretches out and tears out our sanities

Like a still beating heart in clawed fingers.

 

Here we will bear witness.

 

The race of men, no longer moving,

No longer at war,

A state of torturous peace forevermore.

Watching, as the rivers run red and the skies cry out above us,

Watching, as the earth bears its impious son called death.

 

Author's Note

let me know what you think! I just tried out a different style of writing- a little more epic and gothic :)

Reviews

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

I f*****g pissed my pants reading this! This is very dope and frightening. Very detailed and epic!

[Pax Analog]

Love it!

Summons up a graphic novel/movie treatment, like "300," that Frank Miller originated film using graphic effects about the Greek/Persian battle of 480 BC.

When I read the poem, I could hear this grim stentorian voice narrating much of it, while the mental film version played. Your writing is vivid, and you succeed in delivering an epic tone and gothic mood. There is an eerie marriage of Eros and Thanatos in this, as the apocalyptic scenario is luridly arousing.