Gothic Storm
GOTHIC STORM
Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting
the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric
of the sky into which the earth will fall,
doomed and dead into the abyss of time
forever more. We are the generation of the damned,
condemned to be this for the rest of our lives
until we die, by our own hand
or that of Old Father Time or of our enemies,
stalking us across the chapters of the universe,
never ending. The seas of time used to be on our side
but now the hour glass has tilted and we slide
effortlessly downwards, to our end
and that of all that meant something to us,
now nothing but ashes and dust,
not even a folk memory remains as we cease
to exist, become nothing but a storm in the rift
of time that is the world, an idea of what might have been,
ending now…
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