A Womans Wrath Poem by stephanie varnadore

Once in a million years,
The rocks will burst into tears.
Shears of time will cut the thread,
That binds every word that was said.
The dreams in color had come to an end,
And darkness, with monsters, all ready to send.
The protective fortress will fall,
There will be none at all.
Bodies will have burned before being noticed,
Snow will fall during the Summer Solstice.
Tears from above frozen to hail,
No ship will be able to sail.
Escape from the cold is nearly impossible,
This wrath has never been possible.
Run as far as you can,
But the road will turn to sand.
Nails of iron will grow
Up from the ground for no one to sow.
Nothing will ever stop the mortal pain,
If they survive, they will go insane.
Disembodiment will soon be common again,
When only that is to gain.
Slowly nothing will be alive,
Not even the bees in the hive.