The Lake of Fire — DOUBLE SONNET
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The Lake of Fire — DOUBLE SONNET
By Scott L.
The lightning fell and split the wounded skies,
Romeo steered through ash with measured pace;
His lover watched the heavens with wide eyes,
And said, “Love, that's the devil’s falling grace.”
Below, the Wasteland groaned with shattered lies,
The fairytales collapsed in broken choir;
The ground itself began to mobilize,
And smoke curled up like prophet’s slender wire.
The Frog and Turtle rode where ember dies,
Their bright-winged steeds flew o’er the scorched-out mire;
They reached the crater lit by hellborn cries—
A Lake of Fire and a River of Flies.
The Dumpties landed, halos half-askew,
And said, “Some mess requires a chosen crew.”
The flies swarmed up like black and buzzing seas,
A storm of rot ascending through the air;
Poor Humpty gagged, “It reeks of burnt-out pleas,”
Clumpty growled low, “Judgment has fallen here.”
The Frog leapt in with wide-throat expertise,
The Turtle chomped without a single care;
They feasted through the swarms with gentle ease,
Like holy janitors of ruin’s lair.
The ash fell soft, the Wasteland found its peace,
The fire dimmed under a cleansing flare;
Even the winds slowed down their frantic lease,
As if the land exhaled a final prayer.
Humpty looked round and shook the soot from space,
“Well, somebody has to clean up this place.”
And that’s the way the Green Meadow should be.
