He walked into the garden and gazed up into the sky <br /> <br />His face displaying melancholy, a tear formed in his eye, <br /> <br />And as the shadows lengthened the sun began to fade, <br /> <br />He slowly shook his head and sighed as he thought of the plans he’d made. <br /> <br />Lost in thought he stood there staring sightless, at the stars <br /> <br />His mind carried him through galaxies, transported him to Mars. <br /> <br />He rested on a rainbowed cloud that was full of morning dew, <br /> <br />And saw twin moons lying lazily in a dreamy sky of blue. <br /> <br />Way beyond the recumbent moons several horsemen he did espy <br /> <br />Was this in fact the Apocalypse, was he about to die? <br /> <br />Lightning flashed before him, illuminating all around, <br /> <br />Followed by a growling thunder, such a dreadful, eerie, sound. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Sepulchral monuments reared up in the now ebony shadowed sky, <br /> <br />Like a granite forest beneath which, the dead are made to lie. <br /> <br />Fragile barges drifted on through a swirling misty sea, <br /> <br />Ferrying Death from all the worlds, to this galactic cemetery. <br /> <br />For here souls are reincarnated, perchance reborn once more, <br /> <br />Then ferried by these boatmen, according to ancient law, <br /> <br />Back to atone for their sinful ways, so that they may reach a higher plain <br /> <br />And for those of us who do not atone, we’re ferried back and forth again. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Such was the vision shown to him of humanity and its fate, <br />As he stood alone and terrified at his imagination’s gate. <br /> <br />Had he atoned sufficiently or were his efforts of no avail, <br /> <br />Should he offer up his soul today, dare he cross the veil? <br /> <br />The moment came, then his chance was gone, he stood staring at the sky, <br /> <br />The tear that had formed ran down his cheek, it was not his time to die. <br /> <br />He slowly turned and walked back, the Horsemen circled overhead, <br /> <br />Then they rode off into the darkness, searching for the Dead<br /><br />Loyd David Burt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apocalypse-at-the-gates-of-his-imagination/
