The end is near

• Brook Targett, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2006

FANGS ARE BARED AND VENOM DRIPPING
FEAR AND RAGE ARE AWFULLY GRIPPING
INFERNO BRIGHT DEAD LIGHT BURNING
CAUGHT ALIGHT BY YOUR OWN YEARNING
FLICKERING FLEMES YOUR EYES REFLECTED
HELL FIRES BURN WITH TIME NEGLECTED
BRETHING SMOKE THE ASHES SMOULDER BUT DO YOU WISH THAT YOU WERE COLDER?
ICE CAN BURN AS WELL AS FIRE
SUPRISING ELEMENTS JUST AS DEZIRE
WHEATHER BITTER COLD OR BLISTERING HEAT
WE'LL BE BURNING STILL WHEN FATE WE MEET.