Poem - The End Of Days by Erwin Quah

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Erwin Quah

Poems

- The End Of Days
- Ghostly Encounters
- Imagination
- Dying Alone
- Deep Dark Despair
- The Secret

The End Of Days

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by Erwin Quah

A veil of darkness blankets the sky
As Death on sable wings fly high
A shadowy figure of reputed gloom
A frightful vision of impending doom

For a catastrophic storm is brewing
While Men in slumber's bliss lie dreaming
Blissfully ignorant of what is to be
The end of all humanity

A minute before the Midnight hour
The darkle sky unleashes its power
Rain of brimstones in the night
Showers the earth in tumult light

The Baptism of fire now begins
Cleansing the Earth of its mortal sins
And as the lands lay charred and burning
Scythe in hand, Death watches, patiently waiting

For soon it will be the time of Reaping
And the soul of man He will be taking
Gathering the essence from His human maize
A Harvest of Souls in the end of days

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