The sun is shining, warm and bright.
People basking in it's golden light.
Birds are soaring, dogs are running.
Lovers on a park bench, sunning.
People hope and dream and plan.
All unaware of the fall of man.
But I inside my home am locked,
weapons loaded, larder stocked.
My shades are drawn, my windows, shuttered.
Doors locked tight and no sound uttered.
For I know what's outside my room.
Forewarned, am I, by sense of doom.
I cannot taste, or hear, or smell, or see it.
But, I, through feeling, know, twill be it.
The death of man, by dark ones waiting,
cold and evil, all men hating.
Demons black, with teeth that gnaw.
Creatures red, with bloody claw.
Satan's minions, flaming eyes,
Devil's breath, dead men's cries.
Screaming wildly, like maddened beasts.
Ready to make man their feasts.
From hell, below, they will uprise.
Too late man will realyze.
The seas will boil, the sky will fall.
Rivers roil, and ice enthrall.
The sun will fade and lava flow.
Poor fools flayed as night skies glow.
But I, forewarned, will be prepared.
I am resolved, I am not scared.
I know I'll die, but not until,
I've battled hell, it is god's will.
Heaven and angels, have made me bold.
By them forewarned, my fate foretold.
I know man's future's dark with gloom.
By an unerring, unending,
sense
of impending doom!
Bob and Alex Eichen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sense-of-impending-doom/
