And when the final times had come
to be known by all,
as the doomsday rock
had set its way,
those who had seen its course
chose they must not remain in silence
but prophesy even about the end.
And people laughed and believed us not
until it showed as a star
into the morning sky.
And then they did say look
how many risings of the sun
have we left?
And the children did ask
how big can it be?
Then said the heralds, yea
even bigger than the sky.
This is what will end our time....
....and together will they rule
over the world
and all they that dwelled there-on
for the rest of its days
which were numbered and few.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet aka Ron Wilson ©