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
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