When the stars fell like rain
the darkest of nights fell.
Skies descended and death
silhouettes swallowed hope.

Cosmic despair fell down
in fiery orbs weeping,
and the cadaverous
crescent churned oceans tides.

Tempered the winds howled
in lamentation, the
Earth mother spun with
silent revolution.

The birds whooshing feathers
eerily flitting in
their mournful departure
and the demise of man.


©Jacqui Slade