There are storms in heaven.
Great threatening winds wailing
ferociously. The heavens are burning.
Cloven hooves thundering,
clouds beneath churning
as the screams of the suffering
are catching rides upon
the fallen wings of angels.
They pierce the night, ripping reality,
tearing open wormholes
to another sky, to the other side,
before crashing down,
stabbing the earths weakened crust.
feathered stalagmites towering high.
Glistening spires of ice.
Skyscrapers of fallen love.
Everything starts to turn to dust.
Everything starts to die.
The old ones are coming.
The old ones are coming.
The old gods are calling.
It all starts falling. The bells are tolling.
The beasts are awakening.
The earth is quaking,
shivering in fear.
The end is behind us.
Somehow we missed it creeping near.
They are storming heaven.
They stood patiently in wait,
just needing to be let in.
A welcome. A greeting.
They screeched through the gates
and took their place. The old ones.
The cosmic beings of untold aeons.
Their names can never be translated
to human tongue.
The hum and his minions
were just the scouting party all along.
Silence, devastation and terror await
now the old gods
have come and taken the throne.
The warnings were there.
The war on our minds,
the war on our hearts.
Love turned to hate
in the blink of an eye.
The truth turned to lies,
trust slowly died. They stole our hearts
and ransomed our lives.
Then sold the remains of our souls
to those beasts in the skies.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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