Days gone I'm unable to forget what I saw.
So much fear worry,many ran fell.
A slithery green figure rushed forward.
Tearing and crushing all that stood.
Women and children wailing,
Should be defences shaken.
No government arms could save the populace,
No worlds strongest man to tackle the serpent,
Mankind was abandoned,left to scurry in the tumult.
It speared through chests necks,
Fanged minds and poisoned hearts.
Once valiant souls,sought refuge in the clouds.
The unthinkable transpired.
In a spring position it coiled,
Sprung and pierced through the unjust atmosphere like an assegai seeking to inject them.
In a magical instant,
The serpent transforms into a beautiful green bird.
So sweet serene,
Bright golden-yellow ring on its neck.
Her feathers reflect specs that blind the seeing,
Thence restores sight to the blind who dweleth on the forbidden clouds.
As it rests on a particular thorny pitch black branch right aloft them.
The bird,produces extensive musical notes that sway their hearts.
I the seer know,even the minority shall fall.
As my vision fades,the clouds too melt away.
The birds appearance remains vivid in my mind
Whilst its ruesome melodies reverberate,day after day.
M.O.O aka Carswell E
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