Upon the highest peak she stands <br />Angel or the devil's spawn? <br />Windswept tresses red as flame <br />No one knows from whence she came; <br /> <br />From her lips the sounds of death <br />Rolling thunder rocks the earth, <br />Future held within her hands <br />Pours from her fingers, blood-soaked sands; <br /> <br />Black clouds rumble in the distance <br />Lightning flashes sear the sky, <br />All the peace doves leave their nesting <br />From this day there'll be no resting; <br /> <br />Might this vision be a warning <br />Sent to man to mend his ways? <br />Still I wonder if he'll listen <br />From our eyes more tears will glisten; <br /> <br />Welcome the apocalyspe! <br />Behold - the firey end is nigh, <br />If man does not amend his ways <br />He will have but to count the days. <br /> <br /> <br />10/26/2008<br /><br />Linda Ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apocalypse-14/
