The Sky is drowned in clouds,
a deep velvet grey from night,
Yet still I am blinded by the white light of the supernova.
And in that second of pure light,
so astonishingly fast it came,
The clock on the wall stops,
time freezes at 11:45.
The trees shudder as the Earth groans,
tearing up deep ravines.
All the hounds howl in unison,
a ringing death nell,
and Earth born stars rain down.
An insane driven reverend stutters down the torn up street,
his church and spire a living house of flame,
Shouting "The end has come.
The end has come,
And go we all to hell."
So we all marched,
two lines of captives,
flanked on each side by men on horses,
their black armour clattering with each cantoring step.
Women carried children,
marching in time despite their heavy load.
Men cried in erratic bursts,
mourning the broken world they helped create..
And children carried toys,
a ball of fabric wrapped in flamable softness.
Lovers carried locks of hair,
cut from their love and placed next to their hearts.
So caught up in themselves,
so ignorant,
that not one did look forward,
to see clearly their path.
No wonder they screamed,
they walked off a cliff,
a line of lemmings,
and saw their future flying up to thier faces.
When the last had walked and fallen and died,
I looked at the clock,
pause click pause click,
it's 11:46,
and time has moved on,
leaving only a slight after image in the back of my eye.
The Supernova.
They were weak,
they saw only themselves.
As the Earth brought them,
So it swallowed them up.
Birth sign: Pisces
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