THE DOWNPOURING

We all once walked, on shadowed footsteps aflame

Now a stagnant planet is all that remains

Descendants below, overcome by grief

Bare-footed bodies, lying buried beneath.

On the dark side of the sun

Rains ruin, eternal

Yet no rivers run.

Piercing the heavens, a star-studded sky

Irradiates droplets that convective clouds cry

Plagued by perpetual precipitation

Wind-swept tears stream, down the face of creation.

Christening moons’ craters, soaking her skin

Darkness adheres to gravitational spin

At twilights’ time to finally shine,

 the deluge decides to flood the skies.

Cursed are the comets, crashing off-course

Born into form from the solar storms

Torn are the forlorn creatures of fire

Dire straits setting the suns’ funeral pyre.
 

Extinguished in aguish

Rainclouds will relish

When the people all perish

Evil will be embellished.
 

Submerged by the downpour

Immersed planets have purged

Emerging volcanoes, now ignore natural urge

To scorch and surge, molten lava must merge

But we were all blighted, reunited at birth.

Designed to be desolate

Death devours our earth.
 

I inhale the deathless breath; and drown

Vivid, violent fear has consumed me now.

Bow down to the chaos adorning that crown.

If by chance,

A split-second,

Glimmer of light

Be brilliant enough to diverge from the night

Caught in reflection with direction, insight.

You just might sight my image…

A mirage winged and white.

All because right before, I saw the downpour

Suns’ morning day dawned,

spawning moons’ mourning call.

Heeding my fate, the date I would fall.

Reassuring my rest,

as the graveyards new guest

My death ends the darkness,

to the downpours success.

Carey Milton