PEASANTS transfixed in a botttomless pit,
the breath of the brethren turns into
spit , then a evil snake.
THE bride steps forward like a cherubim
in white, then the weapon tossed aside,
and in its place, one man, one world, one
long awaited saint.
REVELATIONS...JOHN...THE 7 SEALS...AND DAVID PUTS IT ALL VERY NICELY INTO ONE CREATIVE CAPSULE....NICE WORK... SEVERAL YEARS AGO I GOT INVENTIVE(my good years) , and composed my own adaptation on armegeddon, using the scripts of St, John The Evangelist as resource & inspiration...You got me thinkin' 'bout bringin' that work out from the attic...tis quite long though...more of a short story, than prose...OK...I'M BACK IN MY COMMENT TO YOU...GREAT PENNING & THANKS FOR BATTIN' SOME UNUSED GREY MATTER BACK INTO THE MOTIVATIONAL MODE...FRANK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful piece of poetry from the top draw, A really class act love Duncan