The End

The End…

Came so suddenly like an Ice Age,

That froze screams bringing a deafness to still,

A vanishing of shadows as the light seemed to bend,

For a while it shone upon our heads as we tuned into Nice Days,

That were soon to be forgotten when madness came tearing for the kill…

Ripped from its pumping veins that Red Thing gave a faint scent,

That may have been the stirrer of that inner rage,

That silently simmered with its own will,

We didn’t seem to pretend,

We tried in ways,

Right until…

The End…


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