A World's End

Today I thought I'd take a new spin and type up a poem I wrote a few years ago.

Two pairs of footsteps echoed in the deserted side street.
Two teenagers; a fate coming that they would soon meet.
Both emitting white fog from their mouths, hands enclosed in each other's.
This battle, the sounds of screams and shouts; with their footsteps; they smother.
A battle scene comes into view, blood spurting, clouds bursting, both sides
drenched in watery red.
And then a man in billowy white robes,
holds out his hands, holds out his hands,
To the people, and tells them to bow.
And they do, even the boy and girl:they bow,forevermore, or at least for now.
A siren blares, and then is silenced.
An ugly creature with red horns and tail comes from the earth, the core, with fiery hot hands, and the head of a boar.
The man in robes reaches a hand out, the peach, tanned flesh marked with
A small scar in the back and front, wounds of a death, and the creature called Lucifer holds his breath.
Lucifer then does a thing most unpleasant: he lifts his own hands and tells all the
people, "Get up now, or I shall kill you all!" And the boy and the girl try not to feel small,
But
bow lower still, the smell of sweet grass filling their nostrils.
The wind whips around and the sun is a-bursting, the houses and roads have been ripped
from their places, hungry and thirsting.
And then, the man in white robes speaks to the small people on the grass. He says to remain with their backs to the heavens, but the creature named Lucifer does not let this pass. He throws fire
with his fingertips, straight at a man crouched nearby, who screams, and melts into the core, the place where Lucifer had once been before. The celestial valleys, so black with silver stars, are twinkling.
The boy who had been running a long time ago, sees the stars, sees the stars, but only through his eyes; he will not look up, even if he hears the screams of much more innocence dying. Lucifer and the man named Messiah have a battle and the people stay crouched.
Then, the creature is ripped from its body, and there in its place is a white-clothed man, slouched.
He has wings of gold, and does not look old, and the people stand up, by the man in white robes.
The battle is won, Lucifer, evil, hatred are done, and those who have sinned
will never commit again.
A hole appears in the sky; a great set of doors.
The gate is gold, and the man in white robes says to follow him, and the people, even Lucifer, follow him through, to a land high above the earth we once knew.
The world is now gone, but the people have bowed, they still live today, with wings and halos in a place
So a-crowd.