Nuclear Comedy

This is written to the book of "Swan Song" by Robert McCammon.

Awaken, after the midnight hour
By a shrill siren in the distance
Followed shortly, a blast of God's power
And as my heart to it's beating danced
I was devoured in the darkness of the night

I was startled, Disoriented, a lunatic out of his mind
The air sizzled with death
The vitriol air held no breath
I was caught in a strobe, wherein slow stood time
Like a firefly my mind came to and fro

As I made my way under the ashen sky
I saw in the distance a phallus of a cloud reaching heaven spent
Fallen to my knees, I shout a far from sane cry
And as I sucked the putrid air of mans judgment
I knew then, only the unblessed would be alive

Retching in despondency, yet forlorn tears could not flow
I stare up to the wind swept heavens
Where the moon stood alit with an infernal glow
As a witness of the desolation of the ethos of man
And the coming of a new Aeon, where apon the hell born would rent

My vision clouded like an oracle who can no longer see what will be
Colonized blisters about my skin, oozing free of lurid excretion
The silence, like death in a manic sigh, broken by corporal screams
hell has risen around this mortal, creating a demonic secularization
Man I fear has elevated himself to divinity, God of nonentity

When my senses cleared yet lungs still burned
I saw about me two felines, one abyssal black the other a dusks grey
Hissing at another for what lay between, a frail and shatter dove
Sulfurous air of this late June felt the chill of a winters day
Accompanied by falling flakes of ash, warm like seeping blood

The felines in their leonine arrogance
Saw not the stalking of a most brutish mongrel
In fear for the two, a stick I threw like a lance
By far I missed, only to rouse the beasts malice to unfurl
And to my terror the felines joined the she wolf, in chase, for my flesh

As my feet beat the shattered concrete like a doomsayers drum
Like a shadow I flew through this dark afternoon
Twisting my way, making a chaotic path, lost was I like the absent sun
The pack drew ever closer, I must hide and soon
For every step I take brings me one step closer to death

I feel blood and puss pouring down my self
It covers me whole, like a sticky sheen of sweat
Open sores gape like open mouths of tortured souls of Hell
Through my fear I'm lead on strings of dread like a marionette
The monarch of the trinity, the she wolf closes in

The stupendous strength struck me down
Forced was I into a ball as the beast rent my flesh
A maniacal laughter seemed to rise all around
The words inhuman, filled with a sick lament
Deaths embrace was warm an abyss of sweet serenity