In Twilight's Hush

In twilight's hush, the world draws near,

Where prophecies unfurl, and visions clear.

In pages bound by ancient hand,

The Book of Revelation, where fate is planned.

Behold the riders, pale and dread,

Conquest, famine, as they tread.

War's crimson cloak, Death's chilling call,

And Hades follows, to claim them all.

Seven seals, their secrets shroud,

Unraveled by the angel, loud.

Each heralds doom, each portent dire,

As heavens weep and stars conspire.

From abyssal depths, the beast ascends,

With crowns and horns, its power extends.

The dragon's wrath, the beast's allure,

Marking souls with a sign obscure.

The lamb's triumphant, yet meek in grace,

With seven trumpets, each a brace.

Woes and wonders, plagues unfurl,

As skies aflame and oceans swirl.

Amidst the chaos, voices cry,

Repent, repent, before you die.

Yet hearts are hardened, minds are closed,

As mankind's fate is now imposed.

But in the end, a new dawn gleams,

Where light prevails and hope redeems.

The Lamb victorious, on the throne,

A kingdom come, forever known.

So heed the warnings, heed the signs,

For in these verses, truth entwines.

The end of days, a tale profound,

In Revelation's echo, wisdom's found.