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Careful What You Wish For

a blessing in disguise

By HopePublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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Stillness before the storm

Angst you can’t ignore.

Despite the quiet,

Something more is borne.

Waiting in silence

We anxiously await heavenly form.

They were warned

Once bright faces, forlorn.

Stronger together than apart,

Now look where we are.

We await a fate

All of us, in disdain,

To wash this scarlet stain.

They were told to stop

Now their own hearts drop

What lead selfish endeavor,

Kills them, too, no thought

Clever, is it not?

Cast aside

Those where knowledge resides

All for economic pride.

Our cries,

Carry into the night,

By one, by two, by all

“Force the ‘mighty’ to fall,

Bring back peace,

Return balance, unleash,

Holy fire, let us proceed

Long enough to succeed.”

We shrilled into the sky—

Half not expecting reply

The rest, nothing in mind.

However, there is design

When Justice takes its time.

She heard us and waited

Deciding who she takes with,

Her curved best friend.

“Come, we must end

Gaia’s earthly torture and descend,

Restore harmony, I intend.”

Announced,

By an alarming sound.

The loudest thunder

When she touched the ground.

Marked the darkest night,

One flash of light, just one,

The people knew reckoning had come.

There she was, in the distance

Everyone watched, waited, and listened.

Did something just glisten?

Smoke was moving towards us

Feared, but also wondrous

She is here to save us.

Only closer

Was she visible, behold her!

An entity in white robe-wear.

Whipping and disappearing in wind,

An acute humming began to ring

Her long, feathery cloak,

Was very much, materialized smoke.

Coming still,

Simply walking, until

She reaches a hand, up and over

Seemingly nothing, past her right shoulder,

Only a moment, but

Each second, increasingly slower,

Who she was, took over.

In her back,

Energy began to flow

Every single vertebra aglow

Golden lines etch her skull

From her vibrant spine, she pulls

A glowing scythe.

A hood shields her eyes

But her target’s on sight.

She knows their demise

There is nowhere left to hide.

No escaping her might,

Shining in ever-glittering light,

What people fear all their life,

Now

It’s time to pay the price.

The Angel of Death

Is here

To kiss you goodnight.

N.Vs

surreal poetry
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