Something's Amiss

~Something's Amiss~



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We all knew the world would end one day,

but we'd never thought of this...

morning dawned bright one warm Sunday

yet, I knew something was amiss.

 

Certainly, Alfred Hitchcock had it right

for the skies were black as coal.

The horizon swarmed like writhing night.

Ignoring the shuddering of my soul...



 

I walked out into the teeming mass,

cacophonies of beating wing flaps sang.

A lullaby sweet, so darkly vast

when, on a pale hued horse, he came—


 

I watched in horror, somehow I knew,

yet, I could but scarcely breathe.

His robe— an ebony black; it flew,

as I stared on in disbelief.



 

Trailing him — scores of onyx clad birds,

tar dipped feathers of ghastly black.

'Twas then I felt, rather than heard –

Mankind is never coming back...


 

I awoke then, bathed in beads of sweat —

jumped up, then rushed to look outside,

a dove perched above my porches steps

stared at me coldly — whilst I cried.






~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~