THE UNSEEN MORROW

Then comes the fallout.
Falling down as black rain.
Bringing down fire.
Melting.
Hopes are lost.
With darkness as graves.
Taken down.
Shallow and hollow.
Skulls are crushed.
Black blood, caustic.
It is wrenching.
A sight unseen.
Howling are the winds of doom.
Cold, frozen to the bone.
Abandonment.
Sacrificial martyr.
We are the undead.
Empty of souls.
Heart of wax in a molten world.
In a harbour of despair.
The war of the ages has come.
Soon the Kingdom to come.
Do not hold out.
Do not hesitate.
The morrow brings our fate.
And this is now.


(Scott David Buckley-28/03/2012)