The Last Day

Darkness fell with innocence in tow

The serene sky marred by gunshot smoke

Signed by Death’s fiery signature

And crossed with wails that frayed stable ground.

A Testament with dilapidated bonds,

Is rescued from tongues of scarlet malevolence.

Refuge found in the Earth’s fracture shell

Where seven years seemed seven minutes

A calm aroused survivors to wake

And marvel at a grey brimmed sight beneath

Where a creature receives judgment’s fate.

Familiar profiles appear all around

Yet one stands out among the crowd

Adorned with finest silk and a crown of curls

She recognizes Him at once

And in disbelief is lifted high in His arms

Until He holds her as if not 17 but seven

Whispering lovingly,

“Welcome to heaven.”