Poetry by the unknown

Dooms day

I have met my end oh heavenly father

I was thrown into the den of a vicious murderer

My strength could not defeat it nor could my intelligence forfeit

So I held on, for how long though?

Maybe mother nature wasn't as cruel or maybe my life was already completed,
So it had to come to an end.

With a soft sigh of acceptance, I  walked right into it's fortress

My dooms hour had come and I was ready to be burned.