The Evil Foreshadow

The Evil Foreshadow



Here comes the portent of death,

to take away hundreds of breath!

What could be the prodigy of doom?

Meteor, eclipse, flood or fume?



Threatening thunders sound,

as the violent clouds bound.

Furious winds blow,

as the raging rivers flow.



Wild and raved  birds fly,

across the wide dreadful sky.

Rapid rain drops heavy and huge,

pour  to form a fatal deluge.



Here comes the portent of death,

to take away hundreds of breath!