APOCALYPSE

A Narrative Poem

Copyright 2015 Michael Adams

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APOCALYPSE

THE

TETHERED

PRELUDE

I’ve been called angelic

A warrior fallen in holy fight

In my arms you’ve suffered death

Only to be reborn into light

My kisses soft like feathers

Across your skin sparkling sprites

Keep our hearts tethered

We’re birds of lost nights

The rapture of sweet flesh

When our bodies thresh

You’re the victim

Of a beautiful nephilim

Am I an angel reborn

Or a redeemed man left lovelorn

What was the great sin

Of this faithful nephilim

RECURSION

And Corporation built a machine

Whose pulse turned war into peace

The people walked, free from fear

Dazed from bliss, the ignorance of uniformity

The people lived all cloaked in white

Safe from the perils of freedom

The world one bright city around the heavenly light

Declared by The Suited, a utopia, not a kingdom

But a boy was born whose eyes weren’t blue

He dangered to play as a magician

At school he was caught with his wand, a spoon

Raising the quiet fury of suspicion

The Suited observed from their glass tower

A crowd not herded, but gathered

At the center was the boy, his spoon a mighty power

Until the light blinded, and he fell with fever

The flock saw the pulse, stronger with each seizure

In Corp’s name, what’s happened?

Who could bring to his knees such a beautiful dreamer

They awakened by the thousands

Charge in mass, pillage the world-city

Find The Suited, tear down the committee

Our bodies feed off every cell

When we’ll drop, they can’t tell

The world’s been torn asunder

A fire blazes from down under

We patrol to the electro beat

Feeding a yearning no man could defeat

The electric brain drowned us in bliss

We’ve lived on the brink of Death’s cliff

All’s been lost in the beat’s abyss

God help us, it’s the apocalypse

But the pulse, Look!, glows red

The bass shatters buildings made from glass

Our minds lose sense, but bodies commence

And to the beat we amass

All hope and synapse bled

The treble consumes in psychic fire

Crazy leaks from the beat, louder than our heartbeats

Those still free burn the streets in funeral pyre

It’s there on his lips

It’s the apocalypse

All’s lost to the beat’s abyss

God help us, it’s the apocalypse

THE

TETHERED

INTERLUDE

We are washed and left cleansed

By a love divinely inspired

But you sense a darkness unavenged

To love me, or cast me to fire

My heart’s destiny manifest

With heaven who’s conspired

I feel my heart tethered

We fly lost into the night

The rapture of sweet flesh

When our bodies thresh

You’re the victim

Of a beautiful nephilim

Am I an angel reborn

Or a redeemed man left lovelorn

What was the great sin

Of this faithful nephilim

HEURISTIC

And man gathered into tribes

As demons roamed under bleeding skies

History fell to superstition and legend in time

To the ruins they lived in, they were blind

The first chief in a book heard a spirit

Who desired a city of pure gold

The advisors who heeded were named prophets

And on calluses and broken backs their prestige was bankrolled

Each chief followed suit and palaces towered

Over the forgotten ruins of the land

As the pinnacles grew higher, with greed and envy they soured

So war was waged to bend all to their command

The prophet of demise was inspired to share

A course of action with first chief

The Man-God laughed and continued his affairs

Until the prophet of good will bore the same words on a leaf

So the chief obeyed and with swift blows fell

His sons slaughtered, daughters bartered

The victory bred a lustful thirst, and under glory’s spell

Ruins buried ruins, each chief martyred

The beat pulsed, the sky burned

Who’ll pay for the privilege of sacrilege

Our bodies feed off every cell

When we’ll drop, no one to tell

The world’s been torn asunder

A fire blazes from down under

We patrol to the electro beat

Feeding a yearning no man could defeat

The electric brain drowned us in pain

We’ve lived on the brink of Death’s cliff

All’s been lost in the beat’s abyss

God help us, it’s the apocalypse

The pulse, Look!, glows emerald

As Leah tells Gotem to claim the ruins

But their minds lose sense, and their bodies commence

Into rabid dogs who feasted on flesh, an execution

All hope hidden in pulsing riddles

A man walks, inspired, through the ruins

He finds a miracle, a rose, and froze

So rabid dogs feasted on his flesh, a persecution

It’s there on his lips

It’s the apocalypse

All’s lost to the beat’s abyss

God help us, it’s the apocalypse

THE

TETHERED

EPILOGUE

In dream you hear within:

I am consumed by angelic perfection

A love as pure as sin

Fallen to ecstasy’s corruption

And the devil inside of him

In the dark

Heart to heart

A flash blinding white

And the dove in flight is captured in our rapture

TENTATION

And man flocked under impenetrable domes

Feasting on beast and sport, ignoring all tomes

But a few did make knowledge the bricks of their home

And knew much of the forgotten globe

An old man visited the clan of the nephilim

Claiming I was ether forever existing

He told me to travel to the cave of the griffins

There I’d find truth, to the wise always insisting

Decked in bones and masked in the skulls of beasts

With brothers I traversed the desert

We encountered two seraphim in golden fleece

Adorned in ivory feathers, they sounded the alert

The clash of metal, whisper of arrows, screams of the falling

The battle left all living worn and torn

We retreated into the cave where no devout dare follow

And soothed the winged dogs with bombs of chloroform

With torches we delved deeper into the temple cavern

Finding thousands of graves in mausoleums

I just knew which tomb, sculpted from white iron

And was face to face with a small skeleton

The eyes glowed, I fell with seizure

I saw myself, a beautiful dreamer

My body fed off every cell

A vision blazed, was it true, who could tell

The world’s been torn asunder

A fire blazes from down under

They patrol to the electro beat

Feeding a yearning no man could defeat

The electric brain drowned us in pain and bliss

We’ve lived on the brink of Death’s cliff

All’s been lost in the beat’s abyss

God help me, it’s the apocalypse

Once I was a magician

Who cast a spell over the world with a spoon

Then I was the first to build civilization

Until I inspired envy, a wake of turmoil like a typhoon

But then there was my first flesh

A man who lived as a true nephilim

Love and betrayal in two lovers enmeshed

Were we the sinners or the victims

Ruin upon ruin upon ruin

It’s the apocalypse

All’s lost in the beat’s abyss

God help me, it’s the apocalypse

And Corporation built a machine

Whose pulse turned war into peace

The people walked, free from fear

Dazed from bliss, the ignorance of uniformity

And man gathered into tribes

As demons roamed under bleeding skies

History fell to superstition and legend in time

To the ruins they lived in, they were blind

Ruin upon ruin upon ruin

All’s lost in the beat’s abyss

Death to the pulse, it’s time for

WAR!

The world’s been torn asunder

A fire blazes from down under

They patrol to the electro beat

Feeding a yearning no man could defeat

The electric brain drowned us in pain and bliss

We’ve lived on the brink of Death’s cliff

All’s been lost in the beat’s abyss

God help me, I’ve birthed the apocalypse

CORRIDOR

OF

PRELUDES

I walk pathless in an eternal space

The darkness bone cold

I search for the finest trace of

A beautiful light to behold

I need to piece together a soul

With a million little pieces

Each one needs to be consoled

Because the aching never ceases

I’ve traveled place to place

Sinking further into me

Lost to love’s grace

But still trying to find all the pieces

I walk pathless into twilight zone

The clocks melting down

My fates been sewn

And I’m the one-tear clown

I need to piece together a soul

With a million little pieces

Each one needs to be consoled

Because the aching never ceases

I’ve traveled place to place

Sinking further into me

Lost to love’s grace

But still trying to find all the pieces

I fall and am washed away

Never feeling true love’s grace

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

MICHAEL R.E. ADAMS writes stories in the fantasy tradition. He completed his undergraduate studies in English at Georgetown University and his graduate studies in English/Writing at Mills College.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Title

Copyright

APOCALYPSE

The Tethered Prelude

I’ve been called angelic

RECURSION

The people lived all cloaked in white

The Tethered Interlude

We are washed and left cleansed

HEURISTIC

The first chief in a book heard a spirit

The Tethered Epilogue

In dream you hear within:

TENTATION

An old man visited the clan of the nephilim

Corridor of Preludes

I walk pathless in an eternal space

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