Deceptions Throne

Seated upon a throne of lies
brought to be
through the desperate desires of others
seeking a righteous change.
Voices raised in violent rape
shattering the illusions
of choice and freedom
turning back the hands of time.
Stand beneath the booming clock
unsure of which way to turn;
hesitant to accept the whispered promises
of the heaven to come…
if only you repent.
Repent of free thought
repent of opinions shared
repent of confidence
repent of all that is human.
OR
See him as he is:
Seated upon a decaying throne,
grasping talons
shredding silken dreams
silencing the screams of the devout.
The truth has been shown to the faithful
to those who demanded his ways.
Now they see that they are still what they always were,
food for the rich to prey.
Hell’s fires burn victorious and bright
tinting the world in a crimson red
and he shall bring about
the end of times,
so the prophecy has foretold.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Nov 11/17

Prophecies

Bones piled high

bleached white beneath scouring sands

time has turned for

each passing of the hour.

Tides flow in and ebb out

casting upon the shores

detrius found deep from beneath

magic and wonders not seen

since the last turn of the clock.

Tears leeched from their souls

tasking glories to be replaced

upon cobble stoned streets

that have been forgotten.

Prophecies abound and stories flow

of change to come once more.

 ©Jay-lyn Doerksen

September 28/17