### **[Apocalyptic Revolution: A Watcher’s Testament]**
Down, down, down.
The heavens fracture, a silent groan,
Raining shards of time and stone.
Hold your ground, beneath the spire,
Where shadows writhe in liquid fire.
Fight.
Flight.
Guide.
Through embered skies and sulfur’s bloom,
They drag the truth from the ashen womb.
No gilded veil, no fractured guise,
Just hollow echoes of sovereign lies.
Die.
Cut.
Burn.
The air stings sharp with iron grief,
Torn cries claw through disbelief.
In the dust, their whispers drown,
Hope dissolving, breaking down.
I linger where the ruins sigh,
An unseen hand, a watchful eye.
Their temples melt, their power bends,
The crowned deceivers meet their end.
Extremes collide—unholy tides,
Storms of molten blood divide.
The earth itself begins to fray;
The sky retreats, the stars decay.
The cradle cracks, its frost takes hold,
Dreams shatter, sharp and bitter cold.
Love’s last breath drifts on the air,
Dissolving in a dark despair.
Still, I wait, as shadows weave,
A witness to what none believe.
Meet me at the twilight gate,
Where threads of time unravel fate.
No stars remain; the void expands.
The heavens fold beneath black sands.
Yet in the silence, soft and gray,
A single ember lights the fray.
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My library of short stories
RandomWelcome to, "My Library of Short Stories," a collection of wildly imaginative, bite-sized tales crafted to surprise, amuse, and whisk you into unexpected worlds. From talking animals with big personalities to Filipino legends that leap off the page...
