Help Is on the Way

Warping back from Orion to Osiris' berth

We look to the fate of fallen human form.

Vimanas translate time in celestial girth.

Their sconcheons swirl, splay and re-form.

Our easy transit scoffs at cosmic severity.

Our lenses watch the gate gnarl and contort,

Our shadowy faces and facades frozen, sublime,

In force of faith, heavenly decree to import.

Across the void, our sensors peer and cone

To envision Eden's fate twixt Sol and Mars

Where spirits weep since Adamu's first moan

Over cataclysm of pestilence, storms, and wars.

Creator lets his archangels' ethereal realm

To assuage conflicting egos and usurpations.

Hades will chalk up man's lust to overwhelm

Debt of innocence to progeny and generations. 

In duty to Maker, we rush to douse the flame,

To still that Black Wind when sons of iniquity

Curse Earth to a wasteland of Diabolos' game.

We ferry that final millennium of tranquility.

Author's Note

Legend has it there will be a final millennium of prosperity, divinely imposed.

Reviews

[Chris]

At least we can wish for it - as it ends.

[bigfootprint]

Yes, we can only imagine the truth of reality we have not seen the form of yet. But that is OK, because it will be OK at some level, even at its worst.

[Tony]

I enjoyed the mythical allusions throughout the poem. I also like the rhyming because I like to sing and play the guitar and could hear a song in this one.
Oh yes and I'm glad that "Help is on the Way"

[bigfootprint]

Glad you enjoyed the poem.