Last Moment To Burn Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Last Moment To Burn
Blistering thunder
Cracking asunder
Craters form
High ground being torn
Its ledges are sharp
Concealed in the dark
The rain blows in gales
—ancient prophecy hails
Blistering thunder
Fate pulls you under
Vows you made
Point straight to your grave
Death's legions await
You fall through its gate
Your last moment burned
—no more chances to learn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2018)
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5/5/2024 10:25:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Superb rhyming scheme. Very well composed with great message in every stanza. Excellent poem!