The Sunset of Reason

It never yields easily, hanging onto the last light, clutching at what the day has tried to root in time. You can almost feel the moment when it tears, pulls away and becomes out of reach. This is when ancient instincts well up from deep and peer out into the dark. Myths are torn from rock walls and become flesh. Fear supurates in tribal caves. Only now the power to kill has multiplied, a tipped spear flung high could obliterate a city wherever it falls. Bloodshot eyes scan the skies for the first signs of either slaughter or salvation.