Open Poetry #4 |
The Apocalypse |
Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Tense calmness shifts Washing over The air shivers Fear rising Blanketing the night With sinister darkness. Tortured moans Purge from the skies Melding with ancient screams Heaven's tears Tinged with innocent blood Now begin to form. With a deafening roar The emerald horizon Slowly tears apart Our brave mother Howls her forgotten curse And begins to die. Fire spews outward A molten shower Of eternal torment Satan is thirsting For a ruby sip Of human sacrifice. Upon an ashen wing The end arrives A whirlwind chaos Of flame and horror There is no remorse As misery suffocates. A barren land Void of whispered sunshine Eden now collapsed Forever silenced By the twisted hand Of our own evil. *Krista Knutson* "I can feel you breathe, it's washing over me, and suddenly I'm melting into you..." ~Faith Hill: Breathe~ |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very intense, Krista. Well done. Denise |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Great poem Krista.. and in my current mood it's hitting me doubly hard. Loved this one, especially the line, "Upon ashen wings." Great work, greatly enjoyed. "Pointing Fingers to Defend" - Gravity Kills - "Guilty" |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Thank you both!! Abe- sorry to scare ya after watching The Exorsist! *Krista Knutson* "I can feel you breathe, it's washing over me, and suddenly I'm melting into you..." ~Faith Hill: Breathe~ |
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Willem Member
since 1999-11-18
Posts 139Inverness, FL, USA |
Well written, Krista. But, what a gruesome interpretation of the bible's apocalyptic prophesies! It made me shiver. I hope you didn't inhale before you wrote it. No, I'm sure you didn't. Cheer up, though. Willem |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Alwye - Immensely intense. Gripping truths often are that way. The ancient screams I hear ... they are to be reckoned with. Peace and love ~Marge~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Intense!! |
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