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Finally.....it's Time.
I do confess, I had hoped for the best when this new entity had taken over. We all openly embraced this beast.
It took it’s toll on our Earth simply by surviving birth.
As subtle as a bubble, yet as gentle as a breeze can caress, and as violently as the wind can undress the trees…..it has done as it pleased.
It’s raped and pillaged, in many a village.
It has claimed many by death…..and to others, it has shared a whisper of breath.
Things that can take you by storm can keep you warm.
I find solace in it’s own demise…..yes, it’s almost over.
Just look over your shoulder.
Soon, for that last memorable time it will strike twelve, and we will delve…
..into yet another realm.
We’ll have to wait and see, what’s to come and what’s to be.
But as for this Ogre, this keeper of the gate, his life is over.
And the next keeper shall be called, "New Year"…..yes, finally…..it’s time.
Critiques
IKnowNoBox
18 years 8 months ago
This poem reads like a Mystery