Apocalypse Poem by Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus

Even as the light of the day fades into oblivion,
And the day wears its garment of darkness,
Just as the evening winds brushes against my
skin.
The moon smiling happily, on its magical thread
it hangs.
The greens around, dances in open soul
amazement.
The sight so graceful, happily, I inhale its air.


I stand like a wary soldier,
Being renewed by the magics of the night.
Far in thought, immersed in its waters,
It all came gushing in from within.
The sky I see, love and adore,
Will no more house the stars nor its brothers.
For through it holes,
Judgement will fall upon the earths deep.
Through its nostrils,
End shall come unto humanity,
Bringing the air of immortality.


Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus