[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]

Cold Ragnarok

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
- T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men

I watched them go, behind the night and stars
The gods' own graffiti hiding the cracks in the walls
Of the world. None are left; it mars
The end to watch them go. It falls
To me to feel the cold breeze blow the dust
And plans that were their design. And so I too
Should likely go, to follow the hopes and lust
That seduced the gods and angels and demons who grew
Infatuated with mortal life and care
As once the Nephilim's sires were drawn to clay.
But I am cold, my friends long gone, As fare
Us all when Worlds grow old. None stay.
Alone. They're gone. No friend to share the night
As one by one, they leave me for the light.

copyright E Glas Durboraw, February 23, 2002

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