Tomorrow's Ghosts

 

The maudlin masses all wander, but at time's behest

On their unique paths, until they inevitably, evanesce

Meandering inexorably, but always towards the brink

Oblivious to the reality, they're oblivion's, missing link

Raised through natural selection, every one bespoke

Razed finally, in the infernos, to cremains and smoke

Only once they've toiled a life, from length to breadth

Will they inescapably be hosted, by the void of death

'tis this, nether-nowhere space, that the spirit loathes

Stealthily set aside, for awhile, for tomorrow's ghosts

Glimmering ideas of being, will feel like make believe

Humanity exiled, to where only the spectres perceive

Outside of an existence, the future, will pass them by

Somewhere, straight ahead, it will be their time to die

The ghosts of tomorrow surround them, it's everyone

Shapeshifting in the shadows and then, forever gone

Corvus Mortuus

 

In the cacophony of panic and the deafening din

Crows cawed in a chorus and confusion of wings

Roused from their rookery, above river and woods

They whirled in a circle, because they understood

A wretchedness, of dismay, was mortally flailing

Hysteria thriving, in the death throes, of the ailing

The murder together, outraged, as if under attack

But alone in the sky, death was shrouded in black

From a raucousness of dread, of those left alive

A plummeting crow fell, in an un-escapable dive

Crashing to earth, through the trees of the wood

Crashing to earth, but heard, in a sickening thud

Heaven's Wake

Heretic phantoms were conjured, but decried their faiths

Exhumed from death, to a nowhere, to mourn as wraiths

Alas, where they were not, was a delusional derelict see

Vaporous and ephemeral, where no gods would ever be

Epicedian recitals, almost teased, like a whispering wind

Nocturnal incantations and murmurings, but unbedinned

'twas not of the celestial though, nor from a higher place

Surreptitiously designed, beyond known time and space

Wondering mystics, evoked a hope, in an eternal thread

And led their faithful, with the mesmeric words they said

Keeping true to the righteous path, all for eternity's sake

Enduring, instead though, the misery, of Heaven's wake

Under The Ice

Under the ice, in the glacial abyss, of the Arctic Ocean

In a wake, of silent running and stalking stealth motion

There's an ominous presence, a leviathan, of the deep

Submerged, in dark polar depths, to enable it, to creep

It's a harbinger of doom, as lethal, as the reaper grim

A preying war machine, under perfect ballast and trim

Observing, insidiously, using its control and command

Preparing for a MAD moment and fatalistic, last stand

From orbiting satellites, there will be co-ordinates set

And the counting down, of time, a reaction to a threat

Then everything, from a desert city, to a frozen tundra

Will be turned to glass, or ash, or simply torn asunder

We may reflect, for awhile, but we won't have a prayer

Then we'll quake, for awhile, until, 'we don't have care'

For out there, is a dreadnought, it's a launching device

Somewhere, in the cold Arctic Ocean, it's under the ice

From The Ashes

 

From the blackened, smouldering sky, there are lightning flashes

Rolling thunder rumbling, as the passed emerge, from the ashes

Odious apparitions, seemingly appear, like a nightmare's thought

Meandering amongst the ruins, now the domain of the necronaut

There's nothing there, but a gentle sigh, of an unbreathable wind

Hauntingly hollow, in an eddying smog, of an old world re-sinned

Ephemeral electricity discharges, as if from Aether's heaven sent

Arcing to the scorched Earth, in an illuminating, dantean descent

Soot and cinders swirl, from the ashes, esse from a quondam life

Haplessly drifting, in the eternal storm, where the otherside's, rife

Eden was vaporised, it was beyond the reach, of righteous oaths

Sometimes shadows are cast though, but they're cast, by ghosts