The Last Day

I wrote this when I was about 12 or 13.


The Last Day

From above they come, from below they arrive

The war begins, only strong will survive

Swords drawn; shields raised! Helmets on!

This is the final battle, it will go until dawn



White, bright, oh what a sight

Riding on glorious horses of light

Preparation since the spawn of time

Marching on beat, ready to end this crime



Blood thirsty, winged creatures, claws sharpened

Fallen angels, that were once great

But now? They are just full of hate

Death’s their friend, but will in turn be their demise



The two sides collide, their masters watching

One man, standing in the sidelines, gets the ball rolling.

He is the only one who knows the day or the hour

The other overestimates even his own power



The battle is over, the casualties counted

Every man has been judged, sent to their eternity

The victor standing there in all his glory

One thing remains to be seen, where are you?