The End Times

 

A black whirlpool lies before me

as the world´s evil is sucked out of sight

The ground shakes and buildings collapse

asteroids and comets race by

with fiery tails ablaze in a cataclysmic sky

Lightning flashes with pronged forks

to the accompaniment of rumbling thunder

Screams, shouts, explosions in a cacaphony 

of hysterical sound

The room tilts as I fall over

furniture, chandeliers are swept aside

broken glass is the dust of destruction

All is laid to waste, nothing is left

Then a lull, a haunting silence

with an air of expectancy

Pensive, with trepidation, I wait

for what, or for whom?