Apocalyptic Vision Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sun grows dim, the stars all fall,
A cosmic fight engulfs us all.
Good and evil, clash and break,
The earth below begins to quake.

A throne appears, a light so bright,
Judgment dawns, banishing night.
The Judge arrives, with solemn face,
Deciding who will find their place.

The old world crumbles, falls apart,
A new one rises, a brand new start.
Eden's promise, green and fair,
A world restored, beyond compare.

The end is here, but fear no doom,
The wicked fade into the gloom.
A chance to heal, a chance to grow,
Goodness wins, for all to know.