A veil of crimson light descends from space
Immediately following a musical click
That resounds through the universe
Like the striking of a crystal bell,
As the cosmos clicks into the position
Decreed at the dawn of time.
A black veil swims over the moon and it is blotted out;
The sun is bathed in a scarlet haze like fresh blood,
Shining hideously like Erzebet Bathory;
The sky is defiled, besmirched, with ashy gray and tarry black;
A tremendous shriek arises from the throat of Gaia and all her children,
A horrible, groaning, moaning cry,
A ghastly Treblinka-like protest,
As the earth and its creatures are engulfed with the rapidity of thought.
This was their own doing.
© 2005 by Mark Andrew Holmes.