The Last Day

The Earth shook and shivered,

The lands trembled and quivered,

Earthquakes were common these days,

Just as the old prophecy says,

And whispers spread-the Earth dies,

Dies right in front of our eyes.

Grumbling, muttering clouds roll in the sky,

Even the Sun seems to be saying goodbye,

Shades of dark melancholy, enveloping everything,

And as the prophets had always been thinking,

And truly so-the Earth dies,

Dies right in front of our eyes.

Silence and dread of the nearing end prevail,

Every being sickly and pale,

And death, death only is in sight,

As the Earth fights its final fight.

And whispers spread- the Earth dies,

Dies right in front of our eyes.

A Battle Lost

In a cold place, and with colder heart,

In jumbled lanes, and jumbled lives,

In white, pristine white,

Too dark, too dark, oh, too dark,

With hearts too heavy, too grieved,

With guns too ready, a battle perceived.

A battle, not of kings and queens,

Nor of a display of power, of strength,

Nor one fought for religious ambition, 

Only a battle, Only a battle

Only a battle of life and death,

Of pain and sorrow,

Of grief and despair,

Only a battle, lost today.

The lingering, white world,

Only a battlefield,

Why worry, today,

We've lost, anyway.  

( Entry to Prompt of the Week )