5 thoughts on “Prompt 6, Hour 5


    The gates of Hell are rising
    To engulf the diseased Earth.
    Moms and Dads are crying,
    Babies dead right after birth.
    Demons are attacking,
    Taking everything they see.
    The world around us blacking
    As we plunge into the sea.

    The life we know is ending
    As it suddenly is clear
    That evil is impending,
    The Devil’s thousand years.
    Dirt and stench surround us
    As we see what might have been.
    Satan, now has found us
    The king of wicked men.

    Our paths are laid before us,
    To the sinners’ realm we go;
    To the torture that is for us,
    Reserved for human souls.
    Eternity, defined here
    Is where we’ll spend our days.
    The lives we left behind us
    Have gone their separate ways.

    The fires are getting close now.
    I can feel them burn my soul.
    For my soul was black with evil,
    My sins as black as coal.
    The foolish do not heed me
    Or mend their wicked ways.
    The lambs of God march forward on
    Into the fiery blaze.

  2. Creeping beauty

    Over the fence I sat
    Yo view the scenic beauty
    That was overshadowed by the mountain.

    Beyond that mountain stood
    The man I portrayed in my heart
    Vested with all virtue calling me true.

    Twinkling like a jasper
    Painted in emerald
    Stood he under sun.

    Standing on his right
    Made me blush bright
    With a crown on my head.

    For he was the one
    My soul was longing to me
    Right under the tree dipped in blossom.

    Nothing is as cherishable
    Than to see the one in real
    With same bones and flesh as mine.

  3. I sat on an old wishing chair
    A whining, rickety one at that
    I said, “To Paris, away with flair
    But it stood there looking like a doormat
    ” Fly”, I said, “or i’ll thrash you without care”
    “I must see Notre Dame and the city of art”
    But the chair shook me off, I almost fell by my hair
    Then I threatened to pull it piece by piece apart
    ” No, you won’t”, it said, “you see I have no pair”
    “Get off, I prefer kids, not adults so fat”
    I screamed and tore at my thick black hair
    Jumping and snarling like an angry cat
    I woke up sweating on my bed soft and dear
    The old wishing chair faded like ghosts of past

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