The End of Time – A Gothic Ramble
I found a hole that took me to the end of time,
It seemed like a long, gravelly road with no beginning or end in sight
Above me there was a placid, unmoving sky, dressed in discolorations of white
Parts of the sky was peeling, like plaster off an aging wall,
Tears in the ether, beyond which lay a glimpse of the dark nothingness surrounding it all
Both a moon and a sun lay suspended in this decaying sky,
The sun a waning yellow, melting and dripping drops of its once-orange warmth
The moon with a diffused glow, a spider-web of cracks leaking its silver shine
The road was flanked by endless seas, blood-red water with shades of green
Still they were, these seas, nary a wave, tide or even ripple to be seen
Upon them floated the gargantuan carcasses of strange creatures that belonged out of time
And even the bloated, rotting husks of elder Gods brutally ousted from their shrines
To the side of the road, lay a mammoth, squirming pile; tall enough to touch the sky
Dark leftover feelings that found no closure in their own lifetime,
There lay hate, anger, rejection, jealousy, bitterness and more
All marooned here, to stew in their own juices, evermore
And in one corner, crouched the mammoth creature known as love,
Toothless, broken of limb, this once fierce, force of nature lay becalmed and tame
For here it was bereft of the hearts it fed on in time, its prey, its fair game
Scattered around it were memories, new and old
Broken, lifeless, growing cold
And here, at the end of time, all was quite
Day stood forever hand in hand with night
And there I lay, with nothing ahead, and no memory of what I left behind
And there I stayed, with never anything new to find
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