Apocolypse

by Brooke Thompson   May 16, 2005


A red sky blazes
Powerful evil constrains
Over populated the world has become
Coagulated rivers run red with blood
Organic is but a word from ancient history
Lives slowly wink out like flames during a storm
Yellow, pale light is all that dawns
Putrid water that supports not a single life
Spirits of the planet are dying
Earth, she is finally resting

* look at the capital letters down the side >o

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  • 19 years ago

    by Robert

    You did a great job of cescribing what it would be like not anything to preventing or how it came to be. Nice try though.If you get time please look over any of my poems I would be greatful...