Darkness Of Day Poem by Crystal Rosser

Darkness of day is upon us,
The beast has returned,
The wicked sky appears,
An unscriptural Hell-

Crimson rain pours down,
Pours in and flows,
Rolling down the pane,
Collecting in the ditches,
Leaving pools of rust-

Lightning bolts like barbed wire,
Strung across the horizon,
Stranded, we are, left in the thunder-

Light abandoned,
Except for a firefly,
Clasping the fragile light of Heaven into our hands,
And bottling it up,
Running back to nowhere,
Nowhere has become anywhere, everywhere-

Rewinding to the moment of silent fear,
Our minds falter,
Our tongues fall out like shattered porcelain,
Fast forwarding to the unknown,
The winds of Hell blowing,
The sound of calm fleeting,
The sky, the sky, the sky is bleeding-

In the ominous clouds,
Dark silhouettes of demons circling,
The light has receded like the tide,
The shore dry as a bone,
The river bed is gone-

Peace, decaying in the shadows,
Pricked and sealed away,
By a scorpion's stinger,
Forgotten, cast away to rot,
The stench of abandonment carries in the wind-

What else could be more precious?
Will there ever be another?
As He destroys,
What shall He create?
As He mingles with the Mother,
What shall He build from the destruction?

Darkness of day is upon us.