The Sixth Trumpet

The Sixth Trumpet

 

The fair creature stood on the rock,

Gazing down upon the chaotic land,

Waiting to start the end.

 

Its fair hair blows in the air,

Soaking in the pain and terror,

Waiting to unleash utter hell.

 

It raises its bow and draws,

The blood tipped arrow prepared

To draw the blood of the innocent and corrupt.

 

The string is taunt and screaming

To be released and to bring death

And let rivers run the streets.

 

The fair creature releases the arrow

And it sails to its prey,

Blowing the sixth trumpet of apocalypse.

Human Angel

If we could stop and look around,

What would you see in front of you?

You would see people,

Different than you,

But human nonetheless.

Some are afraid of home,

Coming to freedom with nothing

Other than what they wear,

Yet people fear the worst

From those most desperate,

For aid, clothes, food,

Things we take for granted.

They are human,

Like you and I.

Help the helpless,

Aid a human like you,

Fear not their helplessness,

Provide a helping hand,

Be an angel to a human in need.

One

A working title for a working story, hopefully the response is good. I don’t know where I am going with this story but at the same time I do.

One

Fire burns in the sky. Thunder rumbles but it is not that of nature. Bastard lightning strikes from the clouds and splits everything it touches in two.

Buildings lay broken and construed across the barren earth. No weed or blade of grass grows; water no longer exists and sun no longer shines. Soil has become sand and broken bones have become ash. Hazardous wind blows and sweeps everything away, its hideous fingers greedily taking what remains.

Not a bird flies nor does a mouse scuttle; every animal is gone. The oceans have died with marine life inedible. Birds fell from the sky, feathers burning and screeches roaring as they fell. Land animals consumed fire and died from within, this was the fate for those that survived after the initial damage.

This hell was brought upon by the Ruler, the one from my country. The name so satanic, it was erased from history books when those things existed. I still remember the name and refuse to acknowledge it. The Ruler died at their own hand, but sadly billions joined their side.

I always knew this utterance existed, but I never thought it would ever be used. Let alone, I must bear this distinction.

“I am the last human alive.”

Border Crossing

Sometimes people don’t make it when they attempt to cross the border illegally. The heat alone is enough to kill.

 

Home is lost.

The land of free,

Help me find solace,

Help me secure my family,

We need a new home.

The desert burns,

Throats itch, skin prickles.

Help protect my family

With a new home.

 

Poetry on Demand

Subject: ?. Let me know what you think it might be if you are interested in finding out.

 

I come in many shapes,

Held many of your treasures.

I watched you grow,

Grow into the beautiful human

That has done so much good.

I have come and gone,

With different forms and colors.

You played with me and made me live;

I hope to never see you leave,

But always know this fact,

I shall hold your treasures

Until you return.