#WritcoPoemChallenge
Harbinger of our doom,
Hurtling through space,
The asteroid is here too soon
Though above one's imaginations
But I believe in something like that
When all beings in all nations
Is left with nothing but heart
I mean on that certain day
When man will run for his life
But barricades in all way
The commotion of that day is not strife
But last beyond what you think
Husband smile at the west but north cries the wives
For where you belong you sink
When the sun is fiercer than knives