End of Days
by James Marcus
Copyright© 2024 by James Marcus
Poem Story: A short poem/song that came to me in a dream and I wanted to share.
Tags: Paranormal
Take the time to hear them sing,
Like choir bells, their voices ring.
The skies are filled, feathered wings,
The servants of the newborn king.
Stop and stare into the night,
As they fill the sky, quite a sight.
Every color of the sun,
It is the end it has begun.
Time has come for man to strive;
Time has come for men to die.
Time has come for all to see;
For the end of days, they are upon thee.
Time is fleeting,
Time is fair.
Time for all,
Do not despair.
It is for time, we are seeking,
To see the world, that is bleeding.
Time has come for man to strive;
Time has come for men to die.
Time has come for all to see;
For the end of days, they are upon thee.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.