Dragons of the defiled mind
roar against spring tree flowers,
breathe fire upon the sleeping.

Death, death it is
their horrid voices croak,
as mountain rivers melt
in rushing floods.

Yet even as waters boil,
from deep within the earth
armies of the angel arise,
trumpeting symphonies
of the apocalypse.

 


        photograph by Louis MacKenzie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reading of “Armies of the Angel” with music by Mozart

 

 

5 Responses

  1. Eons of fallen crouching, making cold and impenetrable the Angels collective soaring. The bottom line sears through all my holdings, leaving just One.

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