More prose than poetry comes to roost here. When my muse runs amok, and the rhyme takes a break, the fables, stories, and yes, allegory take precedent.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
A SHOW OF SIGNS
They said there will be a sign.
A mark upon the ground.
This will be the spot where
He will return.
"The Book" said, "By his mark, you will know him!"
The Warrior stood off in the distance.
He saw its fall and the mighty power it possessed.
He felt its heat and destruction, all in a tremendous flash of light.
As the smoke raised skyward, where heaven had once been rumored to exist, the Warrior secured his belt and unsheathed his weapon.
The lighting had made its indentation amidst the clearing. Everything was charred and smoldering. The impact point was very defined. A cross. The mark was in the shape of a cross.
That was the sign. He would appear soon wielding the wrath of Him who had sent Him, and nothing more. The battle had commenced.
The Warrior knew.
Armageddon was at hand. Hell be damned.
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