Poetry

There had been a night
that the darkness
did really shake her cloak
and hundreds of stars
fell out of the heaven
drawing lines in the sky,
 
the moon did hang red like blood
and blotted with the sun
in did flee away into the darkness
 
and people did notice these things,
did trust in the predictions
about these events
 
as if the coming of the Master
is right at the door
and sometimes I do wonder
when I look at this old world:
 
where are we now?