The Rising.
Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 3:53 am
I haven't written much new poetry in the last year or so as I have been concentrating more on novel writing, but here's one I wrote last year.
I am not religious but I am spiritual. I am not psychic but I do feel vibrations. I am a child of the Universe. I am an Indigo living in the wrong place at the wrong time. These words came to me a few minutes past midnight on January 1 2010.
The Rising
Even as the last of the twelve chimed
To herald the end of nine and the start of ten,
I gazed up at a fire-lit night sky
And I thought I heard the Cosmos cry a warning:
“The Evil is rising!”
I am not religious but I am spiritual. I am not psychic but I do feel vibrations. I am a child of the Universe. I am an Indigo living in the wrong place at the wrong time. These words came to me a few minutes past midnight on January 1 2010.
The Rising
Even as the last of the twelve chimed
To herald the end of nine and the start of ten,
I gazed up at a fire-lit night sky
And I thought I heard the Cosmos cry a warning:
“The Evil is rising!”