Picture the world as you know it now,
the cameras, the movies, the action, wow.
Now, look at the sky and pick out a cloud
each as puffed up as people are proud.
Vowed, never to return to this earth
a dusty angel then, never to give birth.
Alert; were this world to repine in the vine
of its drunkenness, it would be just divine
in my mind where a rhyme does reside.
Inside, a harrowing feelings does betide
as a warning of a feeling coming colder than ice;
why play nice? The clock has already wrung thrice.
Feel the veins drying up as the blood is poured out
on the streets, where a shout is heard wringing loud
the ears of the innocent, murderous people.
The blood is drained from atop the church steeple;
Knives flash light from the end of their flight
a colder steel burning through the scars of a fight.
A fleeting peace as blurred vision takes hold,
a wondrous light shatters breaths drawn cold;
the light flees nearer as dark draws further,
blasting the fairy tales that have been told.