Ode to Revelation 8:
Another angel broke the calm of the seventh seal’s opening
Bringing a censer mixed with incense and every Godly prayer
The smoke drifting up a pleasing aroma to the Lord
Once spent filled with a rumbling, flashing, quaking
Fire hurled on the earth.
The first trumpet brought hail and fire and blood
That burned 1 of 3, the trees and the green grass.
The second trumpet sounding brought forth
A blazing mountain thrown into the sea
Turning a trine into a rakehell of
Living creatures and ships.
The third trumpet sounding caused Wormwood
The great star blazing like a torch
To strike a leash of rivers and springs
Turning them into a bitter poison.
The fourth trumpet struck a tertiary
Of the sun, moon and stars
Turning them dark
And voiding the dawn and dusk.
And in the midair an eagle cried:
“Woe! Woe! Woe to the earth
For the two more peels yet to be