The Angel came from out the sky, sent by God the Lord most high. Preached upon the tower of stone, the people went each their own. Wings of dread no favor saves, the people walked unto their graves. Eyes of yellow seared the air, the inhabitants below did he stare. Body of gray and hair so white, the trumpets sound and day gave into night. People marched one by one, knowing not they had no sun. Has the end came so soon, waiting partiality the Angel of Doom.
This was actually a dream I had a while back. I thought I would put it into a poem.
This was actually a dream I had a while back. I thought I would put it into a poem.