A Foretelling

Just as the seers foretold
The return of black wings to the fold

And times of doom will fall unto the present
A foretelling that man will come to resent

An aspect of death will take to the skies
Piercing bone and air with shrill cries

And descend onto the trappings of man
Collapsing mighty kingdoms as if they were sand

The world will come to groan
By the one wielding sickle, with face of bone

And black wings will beat as if a giant's fierce breath
A terror, undying, herald of death

And none will be far from sickle's grasp
For the reaper has come at last

Reviews

Holy Jeepers Creepers...
It's to be afraid of almost... ;)
A decent write of death and all it takes within
A last breathe, I felt...
As the beauty of live lives within the serenity of death
And the blood starving of salvation....

Brilliant as always,
Your black wings are full of ink in honor.

[Mockingbird]

dark prophesy. shows the inevitability of Death's triumph. great piece.

[Hello, Goodbye]

Great flow and fantastic imagery. Very good write.