In the Doom Light

In doom light, I see all that is & 
Ever was, I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Tearing away all the love and hate
In doom light, the endless white
No sun, not in endless, twilight light
The ash drifts in sinister currents 
There in a chair out of nowhere
A figure sits, a gray shadow in this doom light
The light before the end of time
When all is done, all is said, all wars have bleed
Everything has been lost or completed
Every word that should have been said was left for dead

The end draws nigh, the light of nothing, shadows cower 
A dead light of nothingness clings to all in shades of bitter white
In the doom light stands I, a witness to the ending of time
My non-corporeal form drifts in between
I see all in doomed sight, at the end of reality 
Or make mine, one of Creations demise
I watch all in the fading light of yesterday's sun
A Nova on the horizon 
The end of days has come
I see all in the doom light
The light of dawn before time was spun
The figure sitting
The effigy of every deity

Lost in the approaching storm of nothingness 
All awash in the doom light
I see all that is or ever was 
I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Ripping away all the love, hate
In doom light, the endless white
No sun, not even twilight
Just endless dead light
The ash drifts in sinister currents 
There in a chair out of nowhere
A figure sits in gray shadows, 
In this doom light

The effigy of every deity
      I linger for a little...while longer
            Going blind in the doom light!
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