Apocalypse Day

When you think your day is going to be like all the other days, there you are knee deep in biblical terror and you hear hoofbeats coming your way.

Apocalypse Day🐉

As I opened my eyes, the day rushed in,
how sunny and beautiful and devoid of sin.
Lawnmowers running. Children’s voices at play
and a breeze off the coast this weekend’s Saturday.

I waved at my neighbors, Sam, Ernie and Mack.
They busied with yardwork but smiled and waved back.
I looked for my car keys. The cupboard was bare.
But what was this something I sensed in the air?

An eerie, gut wrenching thickness of black…
Wait! That’s when I heard it, a lightning crack.
I raised my head. The neighbors did too.
Our attention was riveted like nails in glue.

Then Boom! The Sun darkened. The Moon turned red.
An immense Gate appeared, scraping sky with dread.
We looked up trembling, not knowing what to say.
Who thought such a Saturday would be Judgement Day!

The Gate blasted open as if punched with a fist.
Thru black smoke rode the First Horseman of the Apocalypse;
gold crown, arrows flying from his Bow Archer’s hand
on a white horse, Jupiter, for the conquering of Man.

We scattered, ran screaming in the streets from this.
Out leaped the Second Horseman of the Apocalypse;
In his hand a great Sword slicing Peace from the Earth
on a red horse, Juno. Great chunks did burst!

In the shock-gripped panic of fear in our midst
did gallop the Third Horseman of the Apocalypse
on a black horse, Neptune, Balance Scales in his hand
letting loose the Flood Waters pounding Man, pounding Land.

The Fourth Horseman, Death, on Vesta a pale horse,
plunged thru the Gate on his predetermined course
beckoning with a hand’s white bony finger slim
for all of Hell’s Hordes to erupt and follow him!

All Seven Seals broken now, lightning cracks loud.
A mighty Angel descended clothed in a mighty cloud
with feet and legs of fire, one on land, one on sea.
Seven angels played on trumpets one Destruction symphony.

Man profaned God’s Wisdom by not doing what he oughta’.
Now the Beast with seven heads comes rising from the water
with ten horns sharp and a wet body cold
to swallow and devour all the Souls of Man whole!

Twilight shivers shake the ground in evening’s light decay.
Hoofbeats rumble! Lightning strikes to claw the night in gray.
The Beast knocks once your door and it opens under power
and to your ear from out the darkness whispers……”Judgement Hour”.

Namyh