What is that knock at the door ?
A sound come back as before.
Here upon the stage of life.
Man going for the ultimate strife.
Swords drawn with a glitter.
Sparks flying all in a flitter.
Cities seem like a rolling stone.
Many falling, just feeling alone.
An empty earth with - FUTILE LIFE.
Left over from, after the strife.
GODS cross stands as a testimony.
Like the flood of NOAH, a matrimony.
Calling what is left of creation.
To bow down to the new secreation.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2