RIME OF THE APOCALYPST
It came knocking one day,
without a call;
Like the storm uncalled,
the trap of a trawl.
Hooks like fangs that
barge deep within;
Efface one and then a
kin.
An isle that was once
life, in ecclesiastic peace;
Where oaks were shade with
flowered streets.
The clan that escalated,
seized by riches;
Spoiled by greed; turned
from wise to witches.
The isle, a desolate
landscape ran dry;
The oak that mastered its
roots now ply.
The clan, they consumed
their essence;
Wretched men, they break
the coalescence.
Then it came, knocking
one day, without a call;
Like the storm uncalled,
the trap of a trawl.
Hooks like fangs that
barge deep within;
Efface one and then a
kin.
An acre of gardens, once
a delight;
Reared fauns, free from
the brute’s sleight.
Now a barren ground of
terror;
Apparitions of the ones;
taken by the bearer.
A land contested by beast
and prey,
None are victors but profit
dismay.
And then it came,
knocking one day, without a call;
Like the storm uncalled,
the trap of a trawl.
Hooks like fangs that barge deep
within;
Efface one and then a kin.
-ARUN
DEV KUMAR.
