Reverie of Apocalypse

 
A sudden flash
Tore away at the homely dark
Flooding the hollow void
With a clashing array
Of fire and hues

The canopy of night
Fluttered away
Carried, by a traveling wisp

Revealing
The eternal glimmer
Of ghostly
Constellations

I remained
Far from terrified
As I sailed for the care
Of faultless panorama

The life I knew
Was fully undone
Sinking at peace
Full, with quiet reverence

And I was
To regain my balance
For the tolling fowls
Were at their prime

I was
To gather
My scattered composure

And breathe
At ease
For the day
Was finally drawn

Ironclad Fighters

 
Falling salvos
Pummeled me with bare fists
And the earth danced wildly
Colors mingling
As I caved with haste

Forward I tumbled
Coursing with peril and shock
My bones still thundering
Ringing
As the curtains were drawn

Nightfall was brief
As I struggled to ascend
Reclaiming my resolve
To seize the faltering day

Like deafening howitzers
My arms slaved onward
Blazing with vigor
Toiling, upon mangled flesh

We were the ironclads
Consigned to our time
Boiling over
With primal hatred

We were the ironclads
Hopelessly marooned
To an isle
Preserved, only in mind

Guiltless Sleep

 
My dreams were feather light
Safe and sound
In the refuge
Of eras past

Fluttering carelessly
Through nightfall’s hollow void
Never sparing a sound
Of agony or strife

From the brightest flare
Timid thoughts
Were cruelly swept aside

Grinding my reveries
To a useless pulp
To the falling embers
I greet as slumber nears

Unscathed

When will I succumb
To the soothing sway of calm?
Unscathed from the day
And brimmed with warm content

I’d surrender my all
To the droning ambience of sleep
Where nothingness reigns
And time is without a trace

To eviscerate the scourge
Of the trails I carve by day
My arms strain and strive
For this high glimmering fate

If it is meant to be
May the dark swiftly befall
To suffocate the anguish
That raids
My heaving lungs