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Armageddon in Autumn

October 31, 2018
By DeWitte BRONZE, Anamosa, Iowa
DeWitte BRONZE, Anamosa, Iowa
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A storm of amber and gold swarms high.

The vivid shards whip and thrash at the sky.

And dirgesome, tall skeletons glare on me.

The burning clouds gloat--they hiss, “We are free!”

An army of motes, they whisper war cries,

Like all ether’s locusts; malevolence flies.

They stampede and plunder the squalid streets,

Crawling o’re concrete. From feet they will feast.

Like herds of frantic, heartless mad gophers.

Mangled dull corpses dare to eat my loafers.

These amber crystals we thoughtlessly laud!

To dust returneth, fallen stars! My God.

Droves descend from their celestine towers.

What has Bard done, but give too much power?

The author's comments:

The day I wrote this, it was windy. It was so windy that it managed to turn my spirits against the season of autumn, if only for the hour. And I am aware that "dirgesome" is not a real word. It should be.

Poems are not my forte, but they come about my mind now and then, and this one stuck with me.

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on Feb. 9 2022 at 1:26 pm
AztroWorkz BRONZE, Bellingham, Washington
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I love this writing style that you have! I agree that dirgesome should be a word.