Cataclysm

Left adrift on an endless sea,

Who can know what will come to be?

Winding branches of dying trees

Speak soft whispers into me.

Silence

The scene will change

A new stage set

My final fate at last is met

Call the game

The gods have lost

All that lived,

Now just lost

Bite the nose

To spite the face

Who will win?

In this great race

One last breath

And then goodbye

Hold me close as the

Worlds thus die

A beggar cries, a martyr bleeds

All that fought

Down on their knees

Keeling, softly mourning

Sings a song

That suffers the sting of bees

The soulless creatures

That rise from the depths

Cackle madly while

Mothers wept.

Mark the corners

Circle set

Push aside the veils

Lest we all forget.

Forget to suffer

Forget all pain

Who needs logic?

When all are insane.