The End of Earth

The End of Earth

And in this bleak winter

we are so exposed

to searing icy winds

and driving freezing rain,

and the failure of our own faith.

The cold stone walls of memory

lead the immortals

to their torrid deaths

and in their graves

already lie the rotted bones

of those who fell before,

bowed beneath dreams

of heavy fortitude

and loyal souls.

And so the thaw will come,

rushing

in torrents of melted snow

to wash away these neat green hills

and pungent forests of pine,

till this sweet Earth

is levelled

and we are all forgotten.

10/05/13

Reviews

[s y e]

As always this was amazingly written, I loved this write. I loved the structure of this write and the imagery, very vivid imagery, John. Well done, as always.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Sye

[quinfinn]

sounds like a purging of humankind from the earth...this is gorgeous in its presentation and skillfully penned....i will drink a toast to man's eventual demise, such undeserving creatures of this wonderful planet we desecrate and still have the audacity to call home....well done.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes many disrespect what gifts we have Quin. Many thanks.

[quinfinn]

this is why i have adopted the indigenous native's philosophy of the earth and spirituality and became pagan....modern man is an infestation and has lost his soul (for the most part)