the darkness still has not lifted. the deluge yet to break.
displaced this from time, this place, has no concern for my presence.
on metal hides, fragments of starlight splatter.
movement quickens. necessary to avoid the falling slabs of skin.
great clouds fade in ashen fire. great forests sink into silence vast.
great rivers cease churning. great mountains shake, and shaken.
heaven rending roar turns my head. the old village gone.
there is nothing, nothing but a great white light. sweeping. ascending.
it don’t do it so often now, but i still love writing poetry. and this is still evangelion inspired, some what.
and as always, the music listened to when i wrote this:
video uploaded by user AVATAR Kalki Presents THE MUSE VERSE MegaChannel Work in Progress