A time shall come
when the prolific garden in our heart
shall burn down to ashes
A time shall come
when nightmares assail our sleep,
chastising dreams with unleashed terror.
A time shall come
when the blazing sun shall burn to embers,
and flaky snow of ashes shall rain down on mortals.
A time shall come
when reality shall give in to illusions,
as the day shall end to herald the start of an endless night.
A time shall come
when mortals shall cease to breath,
as bones and skulls lay,
craddled beneath mother earth eternal embrace.
A time shall come
when demons shall dominate the world,
as wraiths of vengeance passed over the earth,
bearing the grudge of humanity as weapon.
A time shall come
when our pen shall cease to write,
when our ink bottle shall dry up
and blood shall serve as ink
and bones shall be the quill with which we write.
A time shall come
when the world shall cease and
eternal darkness shall cover the universe
like a carcass covered with maggots.
