Doomsday

Now is the time of bold unrest.
It is the time to settle fear and gain redemption for the soul.
It is time to spill lover's blood on the cracked pavement of lies.
The cobblestone dripping with wetness of cheats and despairs.
The hot red drips slowly off the roof,
gathering the hurt and healing the pained.
It is liquid fire,
come to collect the souls of the sinned.
But it is one heart. One heart still beating.

A tiny girl,
with a white cloud of never-ending purity and innocent,
that shields the faithful from the blast.
It is she,
who has come to avenge the righted and play with the puzzles of the sun.
A single wave of black,
rising from the molten blood,
comes over the shield of light.
It beats it down,
it pressures it,
hoping for a break.
But the crack never comes.
The dam stands still.
Time.
Time.
The clicking clock of doom forgets to chime.
The little girl will continue to play
as the restless clock brings no day.