A new dawn rises on the far eastern shores
And the Earth trembles with terror and fright
A million deaths become reality
As the bright blessed day doth turn to night
Fire burns the shores of the islands
And sinks under the sea still burning
And all the world shall thus fall silent
As the world doth change its turning
On the 7th day of the 7th month
Of the 7th year that comes by
A 7th son shall spear his brother
And countries feel hard done by
Those who starve shall rise and fight
And kill themselves for trying
And charities will cease their work
All for fear of dying
And now the prophecy I say
And it shall come to pass
On the 7th month and 7th day
The sun will burn the grass
This world will be upturning
And with great natures intent
The world will rebel with feet and smell
For political discontent
Beware the force of ultra violet
As the sun grows hotter still
Many bitter tears of regret
No water left to fill
A shining light will cover you
And no future you will see
And who is left to fill the void
But those you left who flee
A contest entry
- Tell Me a Prophecy by FallenAngel09.
450 points, ended June 13, 2007, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i think i will stay in bed on that day, maybe try and sleep through the events. failing that i might just scream very loudly
a good poem.
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Thank you so much for your entry into my contest, your talent and hard work are very much appreciated. I do love this poem, a lot. It has everything I have wanted from this contest, and I thank you for following the contest so closely. I was a little apprehensive about the long stanza's but you really pulled it off rather well. Oh, and great thing adding the seventh son thing in there, really tide the whole thing together. Great job and good luck.
Your Host,
Tiphanie
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