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…