Echoes of Doom

A glimpse into the apocalypse.

The clouds of flies devour the sun

The sky turns red and the rain has begun

God is dead and the preachers lied

Hatred replaces the pain deep inside

The false prophet mumbles as his eyes were being clawed

He screams please kill me as he drowns in his own blood

The crimson light spat out cold

Death cackles as he reaches for our souls

The few survivors pray to live through the noon

Despair spills down from the bleeding moon

Demons from the depths of hell

Panic as they drown in the apocalyptic well

Cacophonies of screams and tears of loss

Fools cower away in a mindless flock

One by one they blindly walk to their demise

Lifeless they lie beneath the dark tides

Heroes battle all in vain

Each passing second whispers pain

From wealth to ashes the king is dethroned

Armies drowning in the sea of locust and bone

Let me inhale your dying breath

If we are to fall I wish to share the end

Reviews

[William Liston]

I'll admit, this piece scared the hell out of me, which is a good thing. I enjoyed the imagery in this piece and how it created a dark atmosphere. I've always been fascinated by the thought of an apocalyps, and this poem fufilled my interest. I also loved the title ... it's unique and perfect for this poem's content.

If you want to enhance this poem, I'd suggest putting up a picture to help set the mood. I'm sure there are good ones you can find on google images.

- William Liston