
What shall it herald
Who will be there to see
The coming of the end
What might it all be
The time is upon us
It brings with it the end
The herald has come
And it will not bend
Look to the east
The ravages of the Earth
You may only run and escape
It cares not of your worth
The warnings were there
This year is no different than the last
Listening was your choice
But that time has now passed
The herald is upon you
Bringing with it more grief
Never did it appear so evident
And there is no coming relief
Time won't stand by and wait
For all to come together
You can run and hide
But you can't escape apocalyptic weather
Fires burn at the heart
That place where it all began
War ravages around the world
And it all appears to have been the plan
Stood idly by and watched as the world was torn apart
And you did nothing about what was to come
But neither did most
God were we dumb
As the hounds are allowed to run loose and free
The echoes are all around
Look not to the skies for there's is no rescue
Once you hear the trumpet's sound
The herald has come
Bringing darkness and despair
Not just for some
But to all who breath free air
A world you were given
And destroyed it with greed
Burned through all it offered
As if it was all for need
Separating what mattered
From the excess of life
Might have made the difference
Between excess and strife
But now as you enter
This month before November
Take stock in what matters
If you can even remember
For the herald that brings fear
Comes around today
And if you survive this year
There's still a price to pay
Would you do it better in November
Than to repeat the same mistakes
Will you help push the world to the brink
Just for your own selfish sakes
Or will you look to the ending
Of this long and storied year
And promise to do things better
Rather than just rasing another beer
It heralds the endings
But it can mean new things await
Have you listened at all
And taken ownership of your fate
When you enter October
With only two more to go
Will you take the opportunity
Or will you forget what you know
October is the herald
Of the end of the year
But it brings one more chance
To do right for those you hold dear
It starts with a one
And ends with November
What will you have gotten done
Before the end of December
The herald is here
To remind you to finish strong
It's near the end of the year
With so much in the world wrong
So use it wisely
This time you have gotten
When you enter October
You can still leave behind what is rotten
It'll bring the death of the old
And start opening the doorway to something new
But it's only really there
For those who know what to do
The herald brings you closer to the end
It carries you to what is next in line
There's no reason to pretend
That everything is fine
But as you trample the fallen leaves
And the grasses slowly die
The Month of October
Shouldn't make you crie
Something is coming
If you enter of your own free will
Will it be grand or freightening
And what will be the weight of its' bill
What does it bring
Only you can find out
Will you enter it bravely
And will you make it out
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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