The Deluge , by John Martin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The Deluge, by John Martin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Colors cast in caverns cold;
pools of water all around.
Ancient puddles make no sound,
in forgotten caves of old.

Water waits as was it's wont
ages and eons long past;
waits to live at live long last,
and feed the flame at the front.

Only Maker's voice, they say,
will rile the river's rage
when comes the end of the age -
the flood of the judgment day.

Fountains of great deep, awake.
The time has finally come
to flood all, but sparing some.
Let patience her respite take.

 

Photograph from https://www.wdl.org/en/item/2905/  - Public domain.

Photograph from https://www.wdl.org/en/item/2905/  - Public domain.