The Burning Season

by Lazola Pambo

 

Winter is sentenced
into a silent cataclysm
when the yellow-eyed chariots
rage upon humanity
a battalion of immortal squadron
none of us have ever seen

The last anniversary of the universe
illuminated by a catharsis
the burning season has awoken
oh what a gothic sight
hearing bones rattle from the grave

See the monstrous flame
reeling twenty seven heated rods
which exterminate order
the ocean waves are frozen
into volcanic Viking swords
that possess meltdown

We felt the burning season
take ambush of our lives
churches, houses, schools and all,
only trace they left behind
the indoctrination of words
and not the Ten Commandments
but Jove Chappell…
the Prince of Hell!

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