PEN OF DOOM (to Nostrademuses)

 

withdraw from bleeding on sheets of pride,

dragging forth omen from its abode.

ye rods of fear

enveloped in cloak of scries,

whose dark eyes sees no good.

withdraw from foolish lust portrayed by dark fingers,

whose visions are hell... fire... death... doom.

glorifying in the title- prophet,

to exalt anguish and hysteria.

seers of blood and dark crevices,

magnified in purity of an enshrouded darkness.

"hills shall fall,

cattles shall die,

and wolves shall fly with wings",- awful seers.

scribble not anymore on slain pages.

close thine eyes and cause doom to die.

open them, end this night and breathe the morning fresh.

sit by the star and even the odds,

for doom is a respecter of none.

#El_Magnifico™