Raven of Doom: A Poem
Raven of Doom: A Poem
A raven flew down to the Temple Mount
and shrieked so long, one lost count
The time has come, the raven said, for the downfall of many kings,
as people pursue gold and silver and all such precious things
as each man’s Inner Self becomes like Gollum clutching The Lord of The Rings
It flew above the Dome on the Rock,
Ye worship God? What a crock!
The al-Aqsa Mosque
is Tempest tossed
The Western Wall
contains Herod’s gall
Hate has replaced love in this City of Peace that’s bred much war
Open the Gates! Summon the Fates!
Cast wide open the door!
The Kraken awakes! The City quakes!
The hour has now come!
Foolish man, you’ll find nowhere to run!
-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday July 7th 2015.
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Bioman said,
July 7, 2015 at 9:01 pm
Not bad at ALL. I like very much!
draculvanhelsing said,
July 7, 2015 at 10:24 pm
Thank you. 🙂
Sherrie de Valeria said,
July 8, 2015 at 2:17 am
And when Kraken awakes, he is ready for fresh dinner! Lock away for too long somewhere in the abyss of Hades – or either that he is somewhere in the underworld ground. 😛
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 3:21 am
Yes, the Kraken will be having a huge snack when he awakes.
People with names like MacDonald or Wendy or Tim Horton or who are cross dressing milkmen (in other words dairy queens) are being asked to avoid the Temple Mount area in Jerusalem.
Sherrie de Valeria said,
July 8, 2015 at 3:25 am
Yes, indeed. They should.
Zeus and co. had packed their luggage and went to Bora Bora – they quit on Greeks. Got fed-up with the whole situation. Not enough gold at the end of the rainbows – all being used already. At the European banks! lol
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 3:38 am
Yes, I understand Charon is only accepting British pound coins for ferrying souls across the river Styx.
He’s no longer accepting Euros fearing a drop in value in that currency as a result of a Grexit.
He’s also no longer accepting Chinese yuan as a result of the recent 30% drop in the Chinese stock market.
Sherrie de Valeria said,
July 8, 2015 at 3:47 am
Chinese yuan are of no use – bad currency, indeed. Euros are of no value to some and to the British, the Greeks are bad lovers now. No more romance in it and no more candle light dinner for two – or threesome – or more – lol.
And so before that the whole world thought on thinking Greeks can be such a romantic lover that behaves like some kind of a goddess that arouses a consuming and monstrous passion.
But they do realized it later that this goddess is a Medusa that gives them terror and stones as gifts in return! Ugh! Not good thing.
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 4:02 am
Yes, in this story, the goddess is a Medusa.
Terrors and stones indeed.
The song the Greek Sirens are singing will cause that huge ship called the Europa to crash on the rocks.
Sherrie de Valeria said,
July 8, 2015 at 4:23 am
Indeed.
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 10:54 am
Yes, Sherrie, and as you say no more romantic dinners for threesomes in Greece. LOL !
They’re making shisk kebobs out of Euro notes as Angela Merkel turns into the sour kraut. 😀
Sherrie de Valeria said,
July 8, 2015 at 11:25 am
hahaha … That is a good comment there.
Angela Merkel is the next iron lady – and with sour kraut! lol
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 11:31 am
LOL !
Nicholas C. Rossis said,
July 8, 2015 at 2:24 am
That doesn’t sound too good…
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 3:24 am
No, what this raven has to say sounds even more ominous than a raven who says, “Nevermore.”
Nicholas C. Rossis said,
July 8, 2015 at 3:29 am
I head a raven go, “Grexit” today, just as I was reading Tsipras’ Eurogroup speech. Wonder what it means.
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 10:49 am
Yes, she ended up drowning that raven by sticking its head in a bottle of Scotch whiskey.
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 3:45 am
I understand a raven said to a Scottish lassie who was rolling her rrrrrs (arse) along a dock, “Drock-ma! Drock-ma!”.
Nicholas C. Rossis said,
July 8, 2015 at 4:05 am
*scratches head* Huh?
I hope that particular raven got shot down by the lassie, for being incomprehensible :b
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 10:50 am
Yes, she ended up drowning that raven by sticking its head in a bottle of Scots whiskey.
Randstein said,
July 8, 2015 at 8:28 pm
Slowly, I’m catching on. No where to run is why I’m bugging out in place.
draculvanhelsing said,
July 8, 2015 at 11:01 pm
I guess one can always hide out in the outhouse with that hidden stash of National Geographic magazines. 😀
Randstein said,
July 9, 2015 at 6:43 am
No one would look there and if they looked, they wouldn’t linger for long. 🙂
draculvanhelsing said,
July 9, 2015 at 4:10 pm
LOL ! 😀