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Monday, August 18, 2008

An ode to 'the second coming'

the footsteps fall unheeded to the ground
silently amidst the stunned crowd
the wind gushes past the parched earth
laden with rasperous dust and sand
all upon this unfortunate land

the echoes of nothing saunters far
like an empty stream flows on mars
an unborn kid who suckles the udder
it lies upon the mother's chest
the obnoxious silence thus unbles't

awoke from the millenia slumbers
the half beast arisen under
the baked sands and strifes galore
moves towards the holy hell
where surreal wars together dwell

the eyes now cant stop their fate
as they rest b'neath the sinking blade
the second coming has marked the time
where impending powers of holocaust
stride to end the suffering caus't

2 comments:

Pallavi Sharma said...

Corrcetion "Spiritus mundi" (spell check) :P
I had to google that, and then came across his poem on Wikipedia.
You're reading Yeats?

sphinx said...

thanx sweetie.a spell mistake.ya, readin yeats.he aint in my course but smhow hv an affinity 2wards poetry so i find things like these.