On That Day Poem by Raphael Sackey

On the seventh day after the skies grew dark,
The earth shook it's foundations off
A quake that rippled the seas
And sunk whole households to Gaia's belly

Strong winds disanchored trees that Adam came to meet,
And for the first time, men achieved flight
Buildings were shattered and birds were grounded
And livestock severed to pieces by flying debris.

The ripples of seas grew larger and larger
Then giant waves from Red, Dead, Mediterranean, from all sides, on us collapsed
Mighty winds grew the giants into monsters
And dry cities became sea in an instant.

Sailors retreated into their ships,
And miners into their caves.
But into mountains the ocean crafts were rammed,
And cave walls gave in under the weight of same waves.

Was this not the tragedy Noah and Methuselah warned us of,
While we laughed as Noah hammered to shape a ship shy of shore,
While all other righteous men died,
Leaving us only two?

Come, let us approach his ark,
His good heart we shall exploit
That salvation shall smile at us
And annihilation we shall avoid.

So through crowds of forsaken animals they walked
Towards the ship bearing plateau they had so often mocked
Then on ark's door, they knocked
And awaited a grey beard on deck.

On deck, a grey voice did reply
Thus says the Lord,
The storm fast approaches
No man shall enter my ark

We have seen the error of our ways O brother
We have repented as you suggested
Will you watch as even the babies we hold perish with us
Or will mercy creep up in your heart?

But again he bellowed from deck
Thus says the Lord,
The storm fast approaches
No man shall enter my ark

So they went back to find his relatives
That he might be conflicted at condemning them
That he or his spouse or his offspring
Shall open the door for friend or in-law

But again he affirmed his will
Thus says the Lord,
The storm fast approaches
No man shall enter my ark

Amid thunderclaps grew severe desperation
And hooks were soon tied to ropes and thrown to deck
That by hook and crook
They would get on deck

But by some divine direction,
Each rope was torn in twain,
As lightning struck them down,
As per decree of the Lord.

Now stomachs were churning
And sorcerers, sweating their skins off
For call as they may to their gods,
The edifices remained inanimate

So up rose Dragante, giant, thick and tall,
With an axe as massive as his physique.
The crowd parted from his sprint
And he smote a mighty gush in the woodwork.

But the Lord would not permit an infidel
To bring down with him, his chosen.
Buffaloes, lions, wolves, eagles, all wild beasts attacked
And not a man survived who did not flee.

When all hope was rent asunder,
Up came old king Morghulis,
Descendant of Cain, Tyrant and scum of the earth
With armies and cavalries of armoured men

Beastly teeth clashed with human metal,
Like a scene from Ragnarok.
They slayed their way through the abandoned beasts
And placed their ladders, starboard and port

Forgetting that their opponent was the Lord,
The soldiers dismounted horses to mount ladders
But were met by another kind of army.
Army ants creeped from ground into armour and onto ladders

The climb was aborted
And the mightiest bloodiest grave of man and beast
Encircled the ark as the second quake struck
And the ship bearing plateau awaited the cataclysm

Soon drizzle became downpour and downpour became storm.
And the seas flooded the land and made rivers salty
That even freshwater fish died
As the ark slowly rose to ride the endless sea.