A Vision
by Jón Valur Jensson

I'm carried high above this plain of sand
in vision clear as coldest flashing light
that speeds from east to west through darkest night
and spells the ruin of a sumptuous land ...

They heard a thunder, as their eyes in awe
were lift up to the sky in fear of what they saw.

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Published: 3/29/12   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem