Judgement Day Is Ever Upon Us Poem by james watkin

Judgement Day Is Ever Upon Us



Judgement day is ever upon us.
The end is always nigh.
Hark! Dawn's trumpeters already twitter.
Behold! A blood-red sky.

For our village's doom-set vigils
Stands each a bough, its owl.
The dead in sleep called forth of one, who
window-beams, to avow.

Thursday, November 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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