There is a yellow petal on the wind,
A white rose in bloom at midnight.
With the half-crazed moon smiling down –
Ready to smash the world to pieces.
A crystal tower a hundred leagues tall,
Prismatic in kaleidoscope!
A human heart, beating in the palm.
Ivory keys, heavy and weighted,
And a silent echo in a dusty room that no longer exists.
Red carnations on a casket.
Slowly rotting –
A felt poppy pressed into the dirt beside a leaf-strewn headstone
There is beautiful sadness,
Half forgotten memories,
And endless waking dreams.
There is the act of bearing a soul.
There is the void,
Resplendent in oblivion.
Welcome to the apocalypse, my friends.
Isn’t it beautiful?
