Praise the gods,
for the end is near,
and thy heart shall fear
their broken melodies and sharpened spear.
Whispered prayers fall on deaf ears,
as darkness descends and chaos nears.
Mountains tremble, oceans roar,
as fate's cruel hand knocks on our door.
In the shadows, the lost souls weep,
as the heavens above begin to sleep.
Stars fade into the endless night,
as the world succumbs to its final plight.
Yet amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope,
a flicker of light on the dark slope.
For in the depths of despair, courage is found,
and from the ashes, new beginnings abound.
So let us stand tall, face our fate,
and meet the end with heads held straight.
For though the night may seem so long,
the dawn of a new era will soon belong.
December 2023
ESTÀS LLEGINT
The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoesiaThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
