Eleventh Hour Cometh

Eleventh hour cometh, and e'er nun too soon Bad tidings beckon, wicked's dark days of doom Tears for fears, death's time's near Cause, evildo'rs oft n'er hearing ear Knave's and thieves, may scoff'n scorn Malevolent scheming's oft so forlorn Military men's might n'er a chance had As king of kings battle, play's winning hand Almighty steeds astride, turning the tide Gainst wicked foe's, banishing blind guides Earth swallow'd whole, fiendish Devil's pride Ne'er to rise again, abyssed together inside Lo! Behold! thousand years have fine'ly past Sinister Spirit's gone f'good, f'rever at last! For PD contest 17 November 2, 2015