The End Of Worlds
In a nightmare it came
The vision to draw such fear
I saw cities burn and fall
The air thick with burning sulphur
Heard screams echo from nothing
Amid the roar of fire
The roads of man melted into rivers
Into which fell stone and glass
The sky burnt a blood red
Silhouetted the steel remains
The fallen towers of man
A wind whistled with tempest
Rising the ashes and embers
To blind and burn the eyes
Through hands raised and open fingers
I witnessed with cold numbness
A hell rise to claim the earth
The religions of man became forlorn
From this plight there was no peace
No respite or deliverance
This was as some had prophesised
Albeit but in a ghostly dream
The end of worlds, the end of our time
poem by Matthew Holloway
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