The Doomsday Clock

The Doomsday Clock

Winds blow in meaningless directions

Dangling tree branches act as willing mimes

Fallen fruit rotting upon the neighboring grounds

Entombed seeds aimlessly searching for fertile ground

Church bells reverberate the haunting sounds of old

The one time calling card for the Most High

Hypnotically the brass domes sway to and fro

Chaos greets the clapper with each strike

The doomsday clock lazily ticking atop the tower

Paralysis gradually afflicting the hands of time

The rusted hammer succumbing to rigor mortis

Time is nearing its destined end

Thank you,
Joseph Pede