My vision

By: Edwin Posted on: September 28, 2011

Sitting in a common room
A familiar vision came over me.
One of destruction, impending doom
Cast by the Weaver upon His loom.

In my vision I did see
Bloodied corpses upon the ground,
Eyeballs plucked from their sockets free,
Limbs splayed and bent, a broken tree.

In this vision all around
Bodies and homes were set afire.
The stench of death did abound,
The licking of flames the only sound.

This unholy holocaust, a funeral pyre
Did bleach bones white and clean.
A future outcome so very dire,
This destruction my hearts desire.

I watch this unfolding scene
With no resting corpse an empty tomb.
"Come forth my lovely Baalzadeen,
Let's bring about these Truths I've seen."