Halloween Poem #12:

Desire At the End of Days
by Michael Romani

At the end of days
When evil walks and dragons slay
The fallen angels will have the rule
In absolute dominion over fools

Drink this down with whiskey
Fighting this is at best risky
Falling at the dark one's feet
Just another victim of White Chapel street

Ripped from the body in its part
Held up for examination, this beating heart
Forget all that you thought you learned
And from this, truth is discerned

Living in the house of the creatures of the night
Superstition held onto and clung ever so tight
Appearances as always can be so deceiving
Set in motion by means of others set in believing

The poet Shelly speaks in verses under breath
Of a home spun from the silk of black death
It bears repeating looking with want into the fire
Where reason and belief are overcome by desire

It's at that end that despite the strain
The madman will be as right as rain
All of life's lessons learned in vain
Yet, it is what it is right as rain

(c) October 12, 2019  Michael Romani
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