Apocalypse
One day it’ll all end
The towers will crash down
There will be no throne
There will be no crown.
There will be no flock
No one to welcome home
No dragon to defeat
No wheat to be grown.
The fields will be barren
Riverside clay, dry,
For the river is gone now
As the years have gone by.
The winding path lost
To the wiles of the wood
Nothing left to follow
Everything misunderstood.
No familiar tongue spoken
Every ear out of tune
All is changed now
Even the sun and the moon.
Chasing the stars through the sky
A map in disarray
The heavens themselves askew
Our constellations slayed.
The world churns onward
Time passes as we sleep
The monsters are inside us
In our dreams they creep.
Thus we end as we must
The war over before begun
When this end comes I’ll accept it
For I fear a world we’ve won.
