The Flood Approaches
Seeing into the future from horrifying dreams
From the weight of the monsteroius tide.
A flood approaches
From all directions
Nowhere to run
Can’t save the children’s lives.
Distinctively cold as the liquid rushes in
Lost the hands of all love within.
A message I can only send
To the present who pretend
Not to see the reality of self
Who go about the day
Like books on a shelf.
A lady from the future came to me and said
Send a warning
I see the flood
I see the carnage
I see blue bodies dipped in varnish.
The flood is coming soon
Lit by a pale moon at night
Gathering momentum by the rise of the sunlight.
The screams will echo to all who listen
Until silence beckons
With the last breath of few.