Hubble Bubble Poem by Andy Brookes

Flash points illuminated thunderous skies,corrosive bleak, acid rain hails down,
walls streaked iron hard black calcified bones.
dark cavernous cold Caen stone tortuous vine hung green of ivy climbed ruins

imprisoned towered pale youth stands sequential in aroom of mirrors
reflecting but ursine thoughts starry skies, old dog and puppy,lesser and greater,
plough or decidedly dapper dipper,eastern reds and western yellows follows brilliant orbsround.

tonight the spirits rise out worm dug graves from hell's maw, the kindred wait
till red moon rises on the day of souls, Walpurgisnacht, side saddled on brooms they fly
windows rattle and wind moans we lock the doors and prey staying close safe within till rosy dawn makes once again the world sane on the day of all saints