Monday, March 5, 2012

In the eyes of the storm

The tempest is at her best:
The ocean is swindling,
The mighty hands of the tide cannot concur,
His fury eyes’ scoops to conquer.
The rod of the gods upon mankind:

I watch in awe

I watch in awe as the decades roll away,
Leaving an execrable scar on the face of time.
I watch in awe as the heavens boil
And the Earth beneath it rage with terror
In anticipation of a certain doom long done