This is what it might be like in the End, For some, this has already happened |
"The Last Tomorrow" Spring took some time off that day So did the birds and their song And a realistic winter, for a time, held their place And the sun dropped low as the shadows grew long Leaves from the trees, they harkened unto me Then withered as they fell to the ground A witness, each one with it's story to tell They gallantly floated, each one to their end, softly and without a sound. The silence, it tore through the fabric of time Endlessly stretching out for eternity Yet somehow, while weaving through the circuits and lines Morbidly falling short of some thing called serenity. Worlds, introduced with surgical grace In an hour that "NEVER" would catch up with time And I was presented with a glimpse of the end And surely, on that day I knew it were mine The earth, it shook as the fires raged higher While the heavens rained upon the earth Death was appointed unto every land As all creation surmised its rebirth Nightfall choked the starlight Nor twinkling twill of the angel's scope Off on the horizon, under silver moonlight The desolate glimpse of their last dying hope The wind, it spake to the mountains It hissed, it howled and groaned From the altars, all through the fountains It cried and whistled and moaned Indescribable amounts of the people Whom the ocean did rise up to meet Careless, they wait for the diggers Lying about like dung in the streets And war upon war, they kept raging Each man, a gun in his hand 'Till the bullets that rained on the nations Now equaled the grains of the sand And I, with the task of recorder With a glimpse of the last light and doom In words, I now bring before you What inevitably must come soon....... Copyright. 1997 S.L. Schofield |