Sh-Ron Almeida
Assistant Arts & Entertainment Editor
They lurk where I can’t see them
Dancing in the blackened sky
I try to flee, fear at an all time high
My thoughts become hazy as I picture their faces
I seen the truth through their embraces
Angelic smiles, cruel hearts
Tainted souls, violent lust
Hopes and dreams reduced to dust
Bleeding, laughing, crying, moaning
They guide me down to the pit of no return
Into the basin of fire is where I burn
They watch as my body melts and dissolves
Cries of ecstasy, despair, triumph intensifying
Echoing, merging, and fading
As the bells ring loudly from a far
Angels descend and blow on their trumpets
The souls raise up, evoked by the music
Red sky, black clouds
At long last
The end is upon us
Behold the eclipse