Far Out is Doom: Chapter 6
A Sacred Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Far Out is Doom: Chapter 6
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
The angels came at dawn, a holy troop
Through the murk that boiled, exactly at dawn,
Though only I, in terror, could see them,
Them proceeding in terrible cadence,
Alight on the plain, with clarity such
That even a great distance in the grit,
And fine dust that swirle…