Upon a spiral stairway I traverse
with only a door a-fixed on top,
gripped by fear, my steps I carefully
place for there is no other solid form
but the door I must reach.
With eyes closed tight, I move on
laboriously, for the ladder mentioned
built to breach heaven, requires
more severe design thought!
Jacob’s ladder benefits me not
on this quest as I must take
a rest, many-a-times.
Almost at the door, I gaze back at
the spiral getting larger as I near
pondering awhile on the base
at the rear.
Opening the door as a butterfly affect;
rocks of different proportions hurled past
engulfed in flames, denoting the planets
in its path, as we get closer
in orbit of the blue One,
menacing, black waves rise up
swallowing all, sweeping the slate
clean as the mammoth rocks
flame encrusted, lay waste to the rest.
People emerge, consumed by flames
as their flesh burns off in supplication,
rancid smell emits, as decimation ensues.
‘The best will be saved!,’ I cry out.
No!, as the epicenter of the chaos spiral was
too thin to withstand salvaging anything
out of the dark souls of greed and lust
since they overlooked the many chances given,
to build an Ark again.