chaos' overture


harboring the autumn winds
the earth rears back its ugly head
children, unabashed and unaware of their impending ruin
witness the withering and decay of sunlight
as they play in the innate filth of their milieu
they say their cheerful goodbyes to the celestial golden disc in the sky
as it sinks beneath the weight of the stars
welcoming once again the bright-white silver flash of the lunar sphere
into their twinkling starlit eyes
watching the waxing, the waning, the gibbous, the crescent devour darkness
like a giant hole in space
a divine flux in the way of all that which is good and pure
until the ethereal gravities of the horizon draw it from its niche in the heart of twilight
fading from a realm of perpetual afterglow

and in expectance of another day, another twilight and sunrise and daybreak
to light its way along the earth
through its usual respective path
they are left only in wonderment as the shadow remains overhead
still basking in the interim between night and day

...but in time there is not a single ray of light with which they are left to see
the world for its beauty
there remains only the black cloud of oblivion...
the maw of hell...
growing and changing shape, roaring with a blast of wind against the surface of the earth
shattering the frail bones of the old and weak, the young and naive, the staid and mortal
roaming in and out of inexistence, bursting, with mayhem and a torrent of evil
it begins to flush out the heavens and their respective gods, one by one
accumulating speed, until it trails those who flee it faster than a bolt of lightning,
faster than the speed of sound

charging forth and pummeling the dark realm of innocence below
for it is in the midst of the pathway to hell
the core of the earth buckles under the weight of both good and evil
beginning to implode, sucking in all that which is within its grasp
fire seeps from between the cracks in the earth, oceans boil, volcanoes erupt, teeming with
a vengeful magma
the mortals of the world scream out in fear, scream out in pain
as they drown in their oceans of blood, chaos claims the wicked
and the newborn fiends and hounds and ghouls
tyrannize all that which is real and true at heart

this is the point of no return; this is the end of all that which we held so
close to our hearts and loves and desires
for the bridges, the gaps and divisions between love and hate are welded shut
as the lava cools and hardens into a black glue
they have become one and the same: a hate for love, a love for hate
re-emerge the firy sun, now glowing with an infernal aura of gloom and bonedust
kissing the stars goodbye along with the beauty of the aching universe, wounded
and bled dry of empty space
overflowing with injustice and despair and emptiness and wicked abandon
burning and scorching and ending the respective miseries of those in suffering
we only wanted things to remain as they were in fate’s power to govern
but did fate attest that it would spare us from the wrath of neither good nor evil?
for there are two sides to everything...and fate has turned its back on our gloom and dread
leaving us to bemoan, to wither in our bitter tears for what was and is not and won’t ever be again




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