Apokalupsis Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

Angel of Death


A dark cloud forms
over the sleeping child's head.

A shining creature
clothed in black
hovers above the bed.

It reaches down its gaunt finger
it opens its shriveled mouth
and a solemn prayer is said.

The parents have lost their only child,
the boys and girls have lost their friend
but while those on Earth are weeping,
the little boy sleeps peacefully
on a new, Heavenly bed.





Crucifixion

Jesus spent his life helping his Jews.
In return, the Jews crucified him.

Every dropp of blood
dripping from the Corpse
is a testament to the kind of creatures
humans are,
and Christ's final words
are a testament to what kind of creature
He is.




Judgement

Watch tomorrow morn
as the goats are shorn.
The masters watch with scorn
as the hair is torn.




Apokalupsis

Seven candles in each of seven golden lampstands
forming a circle around the throne of light.
A glass-like sea stretches into the distance.

He lifts a finger and the earth trembles,
he lifts a second and the mountains crumble.

All the armies of Earth prepare for battle
but are swept away with one thrust of the sword.

Ten-thousand legions of angels
march to meet the dragon
but are consumed by flames.

Galaxies collide
stars collapse
the archangels
rise to meet for the
apokalupsis.