Prophesy (#123)
© Brenda
May 21, 1976
A wide-awake nightmare
The wild wind
Blows
The storm rages
Grows
Countless beings
Writhe
Fire blankets
Skies
Gripping, dashing
Tides
As the flaming sun
Hides
Souls, souls
Torment
It’s not too late
Repent!