It draws near

 

A sinister wind blows its evil dust of grey ashes

leaving a residue for the potential of evil to come and dwell

It swirls along narrow alleys close to home

made manifest in irritability and resentment

From outer space we see the angels in dread fear

as fish flinch and seek deeper water

Factories churn out what we can well do without

greed and the ambition of morons sit in darkened chambers

Philanthropists sob quietly and chant a lament of despair

the masses are blissfully and studiously unaware

Yet we slide silently into the quagmire of conflict

as birds sing, dogs bark and mendicants drink more wine

A fog descends on our thoughts to anaesthetise them

nostalgia for halcyon days become a pathetic pastime

Inertia the new cancer of society distributes medication and masks

that our thoughts and vision are neutralised

The highways are cleared for the gargoyles to arise

joined by flapping bats and the howl of wolves

Too late, the portcullis is opened and all hell is unleashed

Treaties are broken, promises cast aside as the seductress 

of deceit sits on her throne to oversee destruction and ruin