Black Poetry : Apocalypse

Harry Hyman

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Oct 31, 2003
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Apocalypse
As I opened my eyes, the day rushed in
how sunny and beautiful and devoid of sin
Lawnmowers running, children's voices at play
and a breeze off the coast this weekend Saturday
I waved at my neighbors, Sam, Ernie and Mack
They busied with yardwork but smiled and waved back
I looked for my car keys, the cupboard was bare
But what was this something I sensed in the air?

An eerie,gut wrenching thickness of black
and that's when I heard it, a lightning crack
I raised my head, all neighbors did too
Our attention was riveted, stuck like glue.
The Sun did darken, the moon turned red
An immense gate appeared, scraping sky with dread.
Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say
Who thought such a Saturday would be Judgement Day.

The gate blasted open as if punched with a fist
thru its smoke rode the First Horseman of the Apocalypse
wearing a Crown with a Bow in his hand
on a white horse, Jupiter, for the conquering of Man.

We all began scattering from a sight like this
now rode the Second Horseman of the Apocalypse
In his hand a great Sword to take Peace from the Earth
on a red horse,Juno, the second lightning burst

Past the panic, confusion and fear in our midst
did gallop the Third Horseman of the Apocalypse
on a black horse,Neptune, Balance Scales in his hand
for the Judgement and Flooding of Man and his Land

The Fourth Horseman, Death, on Vesta, a pale horse
charged thru the gate on his predetermined course
holding up a hand with a bony finger slim
beckoning Hell's Hordes to come out and follow him

All Seven Seals broken, their lightning cracks loud
A mighty Angel descended, clothed in a mighty cloud
with feet and legs of fire, one on land, one on sea
and seven angels with trumpets, a celestial symphony
Man profaned God's Wisdom by not doing what he oughta
now the Beast with seven heads comes rising from the water
with ten horns sharp and a wet body cold
to devour and swallow the Souls of Man whole.

If through twilight of evening or bright light of day
you hear lightning and hoofbeats coming your way
It's Judgement Hour, just drop to your knees
praying "For all my bad sins, God forgive me please" HH
 

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