An Invocation Of Angels

The Devil will have his day
some, may argue he's had
quite a few

The harp strings shall pluck
once more, lest, it will be
the demons that we answer for

Many mythologies speak of such a
final act…the Norse call it Ragnarok
where the wolf devours Odin, the
leader of their Gods

For Catholics, as the beasts walk the streets,
the devout should keep their windows closed
until the howling stops, and a light breaks out,
filling the sky with a blinding warmth, where,
once sight's regained, Mary will be, standing tall
above this brilliant day, as the serpent's skull
is crushed beneath the might of our Mother's foot

These are but two, of the many, possibilities,
all illustrating the same thing, an ending that begets
a beginning new

But until such time
our world produces
scars quite deep,
purging hell unto our
streets, devouring the
innocent and raising the
dead

Demons crawl the horizon line,
blocking out the sun and sky,
yet
today…I've invoked
the Angels to fly, to
soar fierce and stave
out these devils, until
it's time for the
end of games