Apocalypse Now?

What a state this world is in. We have a dying planet, choked up with emissions, and strangled with plastic and waste. Now I am sure the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are here. I wrote the poem / story below some years ago. I thought things were bad then yet nothing has improved infact it’s worse. So I have revamped the story today!

IS IT REALLY  TOO LATE? 

Time was late, the day was cold  the doors of the coffee shop suddenly flew apart

The scene  from the street was enough to stop your heart.

Four horse men

Slowly and silently approached along the street.

No one could of known, this was the place they had assigned to meet.

As this strange apparition  it’s progress did make,

It left fights and hunger and  deathly illness in it’s wake.

Where once was the  normal order of life

Was suddenly killing and gorging, sickness, death and strife.

Stopping their horses and dismounting as one

They found a spare lamp post their magnificent animals to leash upon.

One of their number scanned the street “No parking meters ….sweet”

They entered the coffee shop and two fights broke out

And terrible hunger and thirst spread about.

Terrified customers died in the rush for the door

People started to sicken with rashes and pustules and what’s more there was blood and guts all over the floor.

Death motioned the others to get a table

As he addressed the barista, a sickly lad  and ordered “four Americanos and a bagel!”

The boy felt so weak as he looked in to the eyes of Death fear gripped his throat

The rest of his staff were in the same boat lost and helpless’ bereft of hope!

Setting down the tray and handing Famine his food,

“I wanted espresso “griped War in a mood.

Death raised his scythe and told him to mind his place.

For he had the last  word and was in charge of this space!

Finally with the local humans all dead

They sipped quietly on their coffee, just for now doing what their leader had said.

After a short while Conquest / Pestilence looked up

And asked “is this coffee fair trade” as he finished his cup.

Famine smirked at the joke his brother had made.

“I need another , where is the barista ”  Death answered ” He died”…… “Okay” Famine sighed

Coffee over, decisions needed to be  made

How to deal with this world’s problem. Plans had to be laid.

“I think I should simply traverse this world

And make them their missiles unfurl,”

Said War before adding “with you,  Death in my wake,

How long would total annihilation  take?”

“No “chipped in Pestilence I can spread  my cloak and make them all suffer.

I have a new toy Corvid 19

It favours the old and sick , it very keen.

You can then step in Death, as they choke  and splutter.”

War banged the table ready to fight

But Death stepped in knowing his way was right .

Looking around brothers do you not agree

They are doing an excellent job of destroying themselves without any help from you or me.”

He saw they were not happy with his interventions

So he enlightened them all with ghastly intentions .

“We need to just hover on the sidelines and leave them to fester.

It will all end soon, this planet cannot sustain forever these hopeless jesters!

They thought for a while while Death entertained them, with his  fiddle

Like Nero back when Rome was burning. but not such  giggle.

The decision was made and they all agreed

They would just make thing worse for all those in need .

They would feed the wars and starve the medical fractions,

Of knowledge and money.

They would disease the corn the milk and the honey.

Death would stalk the world in his usual way

Clearing up the mess and dead at the end of the day.

They then  left the scene of their destroying powers

Riding  off together into the west leaving death and destruction and lots of wilting flowers .

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The News papers and TV got the story the very same day.

“Police want to question four hoodies on horse back ” they say.

There is  a witness a child who manage to hide and lived to tell what they had seen.

Apparently strange horses, one white,one red, one black and one pale green?

This  made the  headlines  all over, for a day, well maybe one day more

Then it is back to Famine and  Plague in Africa and  the States and UK to step into  yet another War!

The Greens are screaming we must save Mother Earth

Unknowing that she already dancing  a dirge with Death.

.

Death sat in a corner and polished his scythe and pondered the meeting that morning,

Well he had at least tried to buy these humans ( for whom he actually cared) some time .

But even holding off his brothers, of hope there still was no sign.

He was tired of all the work he had to do,

Exhausted in fact, and his brothers were too.

The task set before them was too great for them to solve ..

Hopefully God will intervene and those irritating humans will evolve  !

As the Apocalyptic quartet rode off claiming souls

They were laughing at humans all bulk buying toilet rolls.

All that paper won’t help them survive

With plague’s new new virus, no amount of loo roll will keep them alive.

The Plague

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The planet was struggling it’s true

From space it was no longer blue

It was suffering from millennia of wars and abuse

People pleaded for change, no use.

Most people tried to help Earth

They knew the planets worth.

Then came the plague

No respecter of king or knave

It cut through the ranks and top brass

No preference for age or class

It sent weak, old or young to the grave.

It emptied the streets and Malls,

Pubs, clubs and church halls.

It stopped the planes and the trains

The fat cats lost their profits and gains.

Huge nations brought to their knees

As scientists search for the keys

To the elusive cure to rid all of the bain.

Just when it could not get worse

Hate joined fear with a curse.

The people turn on eachother

Neighbour, husband, wife, sister, brother.

Empty shops, no fuel they could not stand

Then all civilian movement was banned

The crops and animals died on the land.

Drones flew over head, all was scanned.

Mother Nature watched with a tear

Chaos in weeks, rebellion, extinction within a year.

*****

Thursday photo prompt: Glimmer #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s, of The Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt. #writephoto

Last Glimmer.

Hope

The one

Last Glimmer

Burned through the dawn

We’d all given up hope

Of reaching the safety

Of civilization

All of our hopes dashed and broken

Fuel on empty the engines cut out

We went down in sight of the city lights.

The aliens had bought the virus here

Unknowingly, they meant us no harm

They taught us how to save our world

To treat Nature with respect

Then came the plague

The cure found too late

For the one last

Glimmer of

Human

Hope.

NaBloPoMo: Deaths Book is Lost

They searched , they over turned countries, cities towns

They lay waste to plains of crops and wherever there was joy they brought frowns.

The  sick got sicker  the wars got worse not one corpse would follow Death

No matter the mutilation, the cancer  or the agony no one took their last sweet breath.

 

The angel of death was in despair, his boss Death was unsure what  to do

War plague  and famine had never had so much fun no lack of suffering, and that was true.

Governments around the world had meetings, the dead drew up and begged  for oblivion

The angel of death could take no more, he went above his boss’s head, he new it was his wrong.

 

He crept slowly into the halls of heaven, the holy light

Bathed his body with the warmth he had long  forgot.

The beauty  of what he so missed , reminded him of what he was not.

He wept, he sobbed and grieved. Then he hear the Father’s voice.

Forgive me Father I need to see you I have no choice.

 

The face of the Father full of love  and warmth looked  down on his errant son.

He knew of course before the angel spoke  exactly why he had come.

 

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

NABLOPOMO: DEATH’S BOOK IS LOST

The fairy foxes  had found the book . They could not believe their eyes.

Did you know there were fairy foxes ? no,  nor did I, it was really a surprise!

They had found some music in it which had  made then dance

Such  a cute sight these charming fairy foxes  leap and prance.

But  we have not time  to linger watching them here

Death, his angel assistant and three brother riders will soon be drawing near!

 

The forest was a flutter all was hustle and  bustle

The animals  askance  because the invisible fairy foxes dance was making the leaves to rustle.

Humans in the towns and cities  were worried  by the fact

That no one was dying despite their pleas and crying. It was making a huge impact!

The maimed, the diseased  all brought to their knees , begging  for oblivion  please!

 

If looks could kill, Death would have his will  but nobody was dying

The Angel of death wanted to be back on side with Death, he  was really trying!

Death brought  then all to a halt. If we are to mix with men  our appearance needs to change

It will not help muttered plague, we’ll still wither their crops and give their dogs the mange!

What about him asked war pointing at the angel of death,  I do not give a damn said Death!

Famine said he was starving, and so they changed ready to enter the human realm, for now of death bereft .

TO BE CONTINUED

 

NABLOPOMO : DEATH’S BOOK IS LOST

The  book was gone  and all was panic

Death  was furious,  the whole place was frantic.

Angrily he paced the wooden  floors

Searching  every room and slamming all the doors.

Things were desperate, so he call the other horsemen in

He  knew that they were busy  causing  war, plague  and strife

Ruining   crops,  watching  people die  and generally spoiling everone’s life .

They came leaving chaos in their withering wake

“Lost the book” sneered War , plague coughed famine asked was there any cake?

The Angel of death  was hiding  from he who was dressed   in cowl and carrying a scythe

Death was frantic he new without his book those who should be dead would be staying alive.

It was famine that found him  while he searching for nourishment

The angel of death  hiding in the fridge , ” he’s in here Death” famine shouted as he took the cheese and went.

Death was too angry to hang about any more .

Come on  we have to search, Now , Shouting for his horse he rushed out of the door!

So the four  horse  men of the Apocalypse followed  by the sulking angel of death

They went forth to find the book , they’d search the earth , width and breadth !!

TO BE CONTINUED.

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