Raptor Rapture

Human husks are scattered by the wind
like the crimson leaves of a final Fall
in the arid wastes at the world’s End,
while answers the angels’ clarion call
a large shadow to eclipse the sun,
its wingstroke a storm to blast the lands
and the great Behemoth on the run
so neither city, town, nor house still stands,
and swooping over seas where wallows
the Leviathan with its monstrous mouth
to encircle the earth it swallows
engorging from West to East, North to South—
the Bird of Ziz flies just overhead
with a raptor’s inescapable sight
scouring the multitudinous dead
and bringing with it an Eternal Night.

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