Apocalypse band members

An amalgamation of senses
A magical embrace
miracle dimensions
The instruments of pace
Apocalypse occasioned by
Some wondrously willing souls
Geraint, a true Bass player
The pitch that he controls
Pok’s creative guitar work
A Banshee softly flies
Dripping with such vitality
Wherein surely lies
The Band
A musical salad of colourful ado
Manipulative maestros
How they all imbue
Spirited desire and prominence
Claudia’s vocal prowess
Growling animation
Musical intelligence
Truly emancipation.

Haunting wild beginnings
Beguiling as we know
The countryside breathes deeply
As hedgerows softly glow
And mingle with the music
A softness echoes through
Lucifer beats out the ribs
Of Percussion as we knew

Wherein a heart of logic
A stature to a god
Vastly and truly productive
In many ways a Rod
For each to back, each audience member
As tail a trail a way
Nikki on her violin
A plucking strings at play
Softly lilting strategies
Swinging soft refrain
A softness and a surfeit
Brilliantly doth gain
Purpose and creativeness
A plucking soulful side
Grasping gripping
Sort of flipping
Nothing is denied
Tim whose circular
breathing
Blown in true accord
Memories of Arnhem land
The gentle ear reward
Behold the termites industry
The illuminating one’s
Insects with a purpose
Married to the sun’s
Heated higher energies
The red earth lit and burning
Tim his wondrous lilting prose
An effervescent learning
The apocalypse creation
A salvation to the soul
An unrelenting measure
Leaving us to loll
On seats our souls in tandom
Reverberations do
Meet as a transfusion
Of spirited a do