Hell Upon Earth

The livery on fire

  its horses set free

 

Misery beckons

  the future to bleed

 

The gates are broke open

  all streets painted red

 

Death has awakened

  life dragged from its bed

 

One bugle is left

  blowing perdition’s melee

 

All swords are unsheathed,

  terror sharpens dismay

 

Tomorrow unpromised

  today but a curse

 

The monster has cometh

  —a hell upon earth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Wanting Only To Rhyme

Before I could return to writing prose,

  verse took my pen by decree

 

Days fully structured and measured on end

  but tonight

    —words yearned to be free

 

The stories cerebral, their words bellicose

  new plots marching forward in time

 

With a story inscribed for others, not I,

  my true voice

      —wanting only to rhyme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)