End of Days

Last poem of the year, and it has been a year fraught with tragedy, wars, great storms. My final poem of the year looks back at a year ending, the days counting down to zero, and the start of a new year.

End of Days

This is the turning of the year
All remains, seconds tick away
Janus facing us, joy and fear
The dawn of a New Year day

The doors are closing, one by one
Candles flicker and are put out
Last year’s tapestry nearly spun
The bells ringing, all about

War across the world, such a lot
Of death, suffering, misery, pain
People tossed aside, left to rot
Coming storm, gales and rain

The end of days, Big Ben chimes
Pray, oh pray for happier times.