Prologue to the End

Prologue to the End

A Poem by Mark A. Mihalko
"

The start of something I have been playing with for a while.

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Prologue
 
“The First Angel Went and Poured Out His Bowl on the Earth…”
 
Creatures of the night surround us
Romero laughs
His diabolic vision of despair
Of humor and laughter
A misleading masterpiece for those willing to understand the genius
 
Strangers unite
Fighting a plague of humanity before they fall prey
Victims, not innocent, but unforgiven of their sins
Their cannibalistic nature striking fear in us all
Not because of the sheer terror
Or their horrific deeds
But, for the primal nature lurking at our core
 
The taste of flesh as sweet as the fruit on the vine
The lure, the only difference
Or is it?
Instead of a snake in the garden
We are persuaded by desire
Carnal temptations leading us to flesh
 
At the heart, the snake and the pleasures are equal
These forbidden dreams considered taboo
So misunderstood, that the thought alone often spawns remorse
A lingering guilt that creates hatred
And yes, these monsters for us to cheer
 
The screens are full of surrealistic views of reality
Where the creatures indulge in the carnal feasts, we covet
Where flesh and blood replace the love and hate we hold on a pedestal
In many ways, we are all alike
Zombies searching for companionship instead of brains
Embracing the taste of our lovers skin during passion
 
For us, our time is here, the day of reckoning is now

© 2008 Mark A. Mihalko


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Fighting a plague of humanity before they fall prey
Victims, not innocent, but unforgiven of their sins

Beautiful lines. I fell inlove with them. I really liked this piece. Makes you think.

Zombies searching for companionship instead of brains

Wow. This line can mean so many things. How we don't want to be lonely, how we need a friend, how we search only for company and it doesn't matter their personality or intelligence or good and bad qualities.

A misleading masterpiece for those willing to understand the genius

Yes, how we try and can be fooled. I love your style of writing, I really really like how you word and describe things. And the comparison with the snake, brilliant.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Is dream or nightmare reality, does your mind force you see view the unreal and make sense of it all, as reality... this is the question I ask myself after reading this poem, I like your sense of questioning...


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is such an intense piece! Makes you really do some thinking. I really like the style here in which this is written. I really like you interpretations here, you may be on to something....

The taste of flesh as sweet as the fruit on the vine
The lure, the only difference
Or is it?
Instead of a snake in the garden
We are persuaded by desire
Carnal temptations leading us to flesh

Very nice write.
Kelly

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Fighting a plague of humanity before they fall prey
Victims, not innocent, but unforgiven of their sins

Beautiful lines. I fell inlove with them. I really liked this piece. Makes you think.

Zombies searching for companionship instead of brains

Wow. This line can mean so many things. How we don't want to be lonely, how we need a friend, how we search only for company and it doesn't matter their personality or intelligence or good and bad qualities.

A misleading masterpiece for those willing to understand the genius

Yes, how we try and can be fooled. I love your style of writing, I really really like how you word and describe things. And the comparison with the snake, brilliant.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Mark A. Mihalko
Mark A. Mihalko

Virginia Beach, VA



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Born and raised in scenic Uniontown, PA, I got my first taste of the paranormal in the Appalachian Mountains listening to the folklore and legends of generations of pioneers. These legends and lore hi.. more..

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