Armageddon…. Poem by Merlin Mwaura

Listen to music, listen how it explodes…
Feelings so confusing, how it reaches my soul!
I am lost for a moment, lost in this enthralling whirl,
I am come from an Odyssey, ‘tis ere you a prophesy.

A steady stallion, fleeting in green fields…
The enemies of ours, waiting in bushy greens,
‘Tis times for no cowards, the enemy’s harkening…
Here in a dangerous hour, we are facing our end - it seems.

It is a glorious moment, if your soul is not tint…
Time to linger in onsets, of unpleasurable whims,
For the demons of death, that grimacing lot…
Brace it we shall, for our moment is come.

For unknown causes we fight,
In the dark where no light,
Hides the wails of our might…
Where we fall in one strike…
To find no morning, with our beautiful brides.

Tis the end of our times,
For the fittest we are tried…
In my strength I defend, my love an’ my friends.
When curtained, certain’d of my end…

Will I animate a mime?
Cause my kind to recline…
The fear in their mind,
What they see or shall find….
Once a beautiful rhyme,
Finds its end in time…

Tis the end of our time…Armageddon!
Here am I!