ARMAGEDDON

Three years, three months, three days,

The longest path to the end of days.

Incipient with the coming of the old man,

Whose arrival spread havoc among,

The greatest of seers.

Trailing behind him was heaven and hell,

As vapours of an unkindled fire.

Confusing minds with his clandestine smile,

For his prey were the ignorant ones.

Not knowing the fact; a fiend,

Lay hidden in his bloodless flesh,

They get trapped in their own choice.

Making his way to the holy land,

Guarded by the men of fire,

In their shining winged attire,

With gleaming swords in their hands,

Never shaken by His torments of madness.

Holiness restored by making itself,

Pure with men of true faith.

The others-the ones with circumstantial belief,

Thrown towards their rightful fate;

Of burning their souls in the eternal flames.

His face as hideous as the moon,

Showed the first sign of fear;

For the long forgotten prophet,

 Came down to the Earth from the sky,

With the divine sword of integrity,

Fulfilling His successor’s prophecy.

Humanity lost its power of speech;

For they witnessed the battle of ultimatum.

The colour of the world was bleached,

As the rain came pouring down;

For one last time goodness did triumph.

Men rejoiced the victory,

As if there was no tomorrow.

But came down the judgment day,

When the Earth was broken beyond repair;

For God destroyed what He created.

No time for tears,no time for salvation,

Even mothers stopped caring for their children

And ran without even looking back;

At their years of damnation.

The young ones cried for their ranaway mother,

Without any use, succumbed to their fate.

On the final day, the dead were resurrected;

For no one could escape their final judgment.

Not even caring for their nakedness,

Humanity awaited their last hearing,

Upon the weight of their deeds,

Not knowing the final result.

-Akhil Ahammed Thayyil