Comes the Warning

COMES THE WARNING

comes the warning, still the same

the scarlet of a stranger shame

no respite in a fast reprieve;

tease, what hide you up your sleeve?

too feral to make tame

faces tire of this game

the clay-made men, those born of flame

are left in dust and fast to grieve

comes the warning

clarion voice made cold and lame

calls its cry, the curlew came

above in gray his words deceived

decrees what cannot be achieved

swift motion meant to claim

comes the warning

 

https://sidspace.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/anger___by_nocturnal_shadows.jpg