Signes of an apocalypse

Midnight's wings
Raven's Flight
the moon wanes
this sweet night
everyting lies ahead
while nothing lies behind
the sounds of silence,
the stillness of noise,
Calm of the fight,
violence of peace,
obliderated in an instant,
by the sign of the beast

poem by Jake Caranto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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