A vision lays beforemine eyes, <br />And terror strickens me, <br />A world in flames, <br />The horsemen rise, <br />From slumbers deep, <br />To bring about our end, <br />Sister fights brother, <br />Mother just watches, <br />A joyful glee in her gaze, <br />War ranges far, <br />And war ranges near, <br />Children lie dead in the field of ripe corn, <br />All others lay sick in their beds, <br />No matter the cause death doth embrace, <br />Mother and child alike, <br />He holds all close to the cold of his bosom, <br />And sings the lullaby of lives cut short, <br />His weeping captives rest their heads, <br />Forget the end was their own cause, <br />To prove themselves to those before, <br />All innocence dies, <br />Before the end has come.<br /><br />Holly Heron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apocalypse-3/
