Could be an angel,

Tall and strong.

With hair like wool,

With skin like bronze

Who breaks the seal

Who guides me home.

Or maybe a demon

By surprise,

With sharpened fangs

And empty eyes.

I’m just pacing in my head

As waves of blood

Wash seashores red.

And from above,

Great trumpets sound

Which wreck the sky

Which rock the ground.

But who will crack the seventh seal

It’s all I know, it’s all I feel.

The fear of nations swells and bleeds

Down to him the heedless kneel

And in my heart I’m torn between

The need to fight

The urge to scream.