An Apocalyptic AbyssA Poem by Robert Francis Callaciinto the darkness we go....An Apocalyptic Abyss
Into the void we
go--- full body, head,
and toe- a malevolent push is what it took, to search and
look for the shadow book~
we look, we look,
we look- we need to find
the book~
In priestly
gowns on sanctified grounds, we dig shallow
graves on fallowed mounds- uprooting bush,
weed, worm, and root, on fouled decay---
we load and shoot~
we found the
book- in the nook--- by
the dangling hanging hook~
Mystical runes,
and hollow tombs, dark corridors,
and toxic fumes- where evil wakes,
and terror grows, blackened souls---
its foulness flows~
The shadow
awakes! humanity shakes~ in the devils
hands, is where the
book now stands-
The Apocalypse
Again Begins - On Saintly
Regrets and Sinners’ Sins…
11-15-15 RC revised 07-17-2016 ©2016 Robert F.
Callaci, All rights reserved. © 2016 Robert Francis CallaciAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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