Terza Rima Sonnet For The End Of Time Poem by Marieta Maglas

I pray although it's the end of the time,
The angel wakes up while spreading his wings.
Fluffing up the cloud's pillow, he's sublime.

Snowflakes look like angel feathers and bell rings.
Life is a wind of change; flows in despair.
The sky glows pinky in the shade of things.

We're like icy trees screaming in the air,
With frozen leaves and crystal hearts, we dream;
Crystals of weeping tears in our prayer.

Pierces the sky's vastness our bleeding scream,
Premature deaths in the fight against crime,
While our love strings mend deep wounds for life's gleam.

I pray although it's the end of the time,
Fluffing up the cloud's pillow, He's sublime.
Poem by Marieta Maglas