RIME OF THE APOCALYPST

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.