Awaking in the Future

In shadow's enigmatic cloak
The power of demons is bespoke
Within the time that takes a thought
The souls of all who lived are bought
Tumultuous ravings, whispers mask
And eyes are humbled, voices gasp
As spectres from their coffins rise
Consuming stars in blackened skies

This forfeit for a sentient power
Demise of faith and God's grim dower
Fraught to escape, solutions none
Transfixed in time with all hope gone
From each direction anguish aimed
For every deed the souls are blamed
As though a suffering for their sins
The dream now ends, nightmare begins

©2004 Hey Hey

Thanks for reading Silke.

You are truly becoming the business Hey. Your poems are now becoming like book ends to my day, entertaining me both at break of day and again before I lay down my head. How you manage to do it as well as teach classes of students is beyond me.

I rename you, THE GRAND OLD BARD OF YORK.

WOW! Hey Hey, this is fantastic!!!

~Much Love~
Megan

Thanks Megan, and also for your kind commetns to my haikus.