Ravishing Doom Poem by Ana Liza Corpuz Nabor

Silver rain in the meadow of eternal grace,
Trees and flowers elated; in full praise.
A fair-skinned, austere maiden
Touching the sylvan bough of bushes
Rushing with tranquility.
In her face reflects the crimson horizon
With doubt she speculated;
But this gives hope to her pining heart.

When she sang
An unending melody flourishes with candor
The zephyr softly caresses her spirit,
From dark world she escaped,
Freed from the agonizing reality.

With the infinite mercy
She held her head high,
In the azure sky, she stared unblinking
She wept. She laughed.
Her sanity totally lost

The sweetness of bountiful providence she reminisced
With arms wide open, slowly keeled in an instant pace.
Her plea at last was hearken!