The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

Omens

A six of crows and a seven of ravens,

See if you can find a haven.

Black cat crossing left and right,

Duck your head and stay out of sight.

For the writing's on the wall,

And locusts are starting to crawl.

The stars are going out and the rivers run red,

Something seems to want your head.

Shadows stalking down lost streets,

While the cold is murdering all the heat.

Visions possessing thoughts and dreams,

Not long now before you scream.

The omens are all around you,

With the harbingers following too.

The signs are clear; it's plain to see,

If you want to live, you'd better flee.