Poem: Gaia's Wrath

Gaia's Wrath

By Ghia Vitale
QuailBellMagazine.com

I cannot wait to see the look on your face, 
When humankind’s predestined nightmare comes true, 
And you’ll die in awe of My terrible grace.

My thunderous laughter will echo through space, 
When My indignation blackens the sky’s blue. 
I cannot wait to see the look on your face.

With blasting breaths, I’ll return the manmade mace, 
That blasphemed the nurturance of the sun’s hue, 
And you’ll die in awe of My terrible grace.

The acids that crawl from My tearful embrace, 
Will dissolve all structures and flesh, through and through. 
I cannot wait to see the look on your face.

With sadistic precision, I will erase, 
All traces of the evil that humans do, 
And you’ll die in awe of My terrible grace.

I’ll grant no reprieves, nor spare any place. 
(And you thought that I was submissive to you!) 
I cannot wait to see the look on your face, 
And you’ll die in awe of My terrible grace.

Ghia Vitale is a recent college graduate and writer from a beautiful, green Long Island hamlet. Her poetry has been featured in three editions of The Horror Zine. Purchase College published her senior project (Manfred: An Accursed Druidic Shaman) about occultism in the poetic tradition of Romanticism. She currently writes freelance articles about witchcraft, feminism and social justice.