The End of Time

The dark's billowing hearts consume the indigo bright eddies

The candles are extinguished by the night's grey and rapid tongues

The flame flickering onward hath vanished into the hopeless night

The air, so dry and moldering suffocates old and young

The ruins of society crumble into meaningless dust

The last structures of order once again of earth and ash

The ice and water ripple and dissolve like ghosts now vanquished

The wind doth howl and rail against the nothingness at last

And grass beneath our feet has wilted like a broken man

To whom life was a pleasant dream until so long ago

The hopeless dawn, the worthless dawn, shall never come to pass

And moon no longer shine silver melancholy onto the naught below

And creatures that once moved upon the endless rolling plains

Whose limbs had struggled perfectly against the draining light

In darkness found their existence of pointless exhibition

Hath sacrificed their minds and souls to the onslaught of night

For whom had once made land beautiful with their wilting sighs

And promise of the future that won't ever come to pass

The clocks tick no more for any man or living mind

Whose sanity was stolen by the saturnine dark mass

For when the days of humanity are nothing but a dream

When energy and light and life are the glow of the dark

When madness is the only sanity to see reality 

When buildings die and monuments fade with the morning and the lark

The end of time hath come, Alas! The end of clarity 

For those that dwell within the dark do not have need to see

Author's Note

This is only a reminder that all things end; the earth will end, humanity will end, and with it sanity by our description. Yet nothing ends completely; at the end of an old era a new one will begin.

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

An interesting poem, and I can hear sadness in the voice of the poet. Yes, all things end.

A well executed poem that was greatly enjoyed.

Very best regards,

Rick

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you very much for your kind words, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
My very best regards to you as well, Rick!

[Falling Stars]

This was a very interesting poem. It was very dark, and very sensual. I could almost feel the fog sweeping over me as I read. Yet your message is true; everything comes to an end. One day sanity will be gone, and still life will persevere. The words you chose were great, I particularly liked the line "Whose sanity was stolen by the saturnine dark mass". It almost personified the fog, the "dark mass" as you put it, and really helps the message that life will out, whatever form it may take. Very mysterious, I enjoyed this very much.

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed this poem. It was darker than I usually care to write, but this was a bit of an experiment. I was mainly focusing on the language rather than the message. Thank you for your kind words and your feedback.