Mountains loom, reach tall and wide,
Doom that rides and flies above,
Clouds that blot the sun and sky,
Chariots fly, gentle dove.
It prepares and chaos waits,
Sinking weight, watch clearer skies,
Storms that brew and thunder booms,
Darkened gloom, they seek the wise.
Normal lives, some go about,
Doom they flaut, to sharpest scorn.
Evil wings, at home unfurled,
With pearls and gems, kings adorned.
Apocalypse, borders die,
Queens that cry for rulers felled.
With death and birth, time inbibed.
Unite in tribes, borders weld.
Nations rise and war again,
Until the end, faced once more.
Heights to reach, built not to last,
Time is vast, and nothing's moored.
No powers be, natural tithe.
Patterns seen emerged from yore,
Fire soars, yet no one writhes.