The Face of Infernal Destruction

The accompanying art to this poem is the work of Dan C. The Rougepriest of the OP site. He is a very talented artist and poet. Checkout his work on his profile. Thank you Dan...


Tornadic swirls of refuse filled air,
Tsunamic curls of long blond hair.
Cyclonic gusts and destructive waves,
Bubonic thrusts of disastrous plagues.

Flood ridden lands from crested seas,
Wind driven sands from a harmattan breeze.
Volcanic eruptions of lava and debris,
Cataclysmic consumption of atrocities.

Hurricane winds of unimaginable force,
Uncontrolled fires retraced to their source.
Cities and towns that earthquakes devastate,
Islands abound that Monsoons obliterate.

Mountains alive with avalanche slides,
Countless survive seismic sea tides.
Record hot days scorching scores,
Tidal waves ravaging shores.

Mother Nature's rapture tips,
The four horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Revelations revealed by seven sins,
The seventh seal's where equations begins.

Terrorist attacks' repulsive pride
Hailstorms exact an avarice guise.
Earthquakes announce the end of times,

Sloth's denounced when fraternized.
Envy burns distaste inside,
Vanity churns ill wakes of tides.
Evil assumes any shape or size,
Nuclear wars loom in the wake of time.

Seven seals exposed reveal,
Incandescent wrath concealed.
Gluttonous scorn where famine lurks,
Nations borne with stimulant perks,
Sacred lands scourged by waste,

Atomic bands reverberate.
Nostradamus prophesied,
Death precedes the Antichrist.

Symbolic rituals, mnemonic discourse,
En-tonic nuptials of demonic recourse,
Visions of martyrs, death revered,
Eternal barters adept to fear.
Notable trumpets of angels near.

Savored lust will fan the fires,
Incepted mistrust of habitual liars.
Neurotic contests with psychic storms.
Seven conquests of Apocalyptic scorn.


Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
102009

The Realm of Darkness

This is a song. Think "The Sounds of Silence"...


A seamless shroud of ardent black,
Null surrounds those vision lacked.
Thoughts reveal what only blind men see.
Truths concealed within instinctively,
Scenes minds mimic claustrophobically,
Serve to sustain,
The realm of darkness.

Disguised in clouds, shrouded in purple haze,
Amidst the sounds of a street-lined maze.
People talking that eyes can't see,
Virtual walking hypnotically.
Tethered strings held taut, unseen,
Provide brief refrain,
From the realm of darkness.

A candlelight can free us all,
From the blight of disparity's call.
A veil of shadows entombs the sight,
Of those condemned to roam the night.
Each early morning's radiant skies,
Becomes a day's new sunrise.
And breaks the spell of darkness.

Well past dawn's break of day,
Streaks of light quell midnight's fray.
Stars impale dark's private room,
Blue skies curtail impending gloom.
Scenes played out in silent words,
Soliloquies of voices heard,
Disturb the shell of darkness.

And when the final act's begun,
The night gives way to blessed sun.
Those deformed search for signs,
Of life reborn and better times.
Questions written oppressed men seek,
Answers hidden from the terminally weak,
Eternal frailties etched in stone,
Internally brailled, sins atoned.
Preserved alone in a Realm of Darkness.



Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
102409