The beginnings of happenings none can stop.
Life will always be stopped by a force none can rival.
Alone and secluded off the branch high up,
I stare down at the vibrant swirls of life.
The bubbles, the bursts; and the seeming less delight of life
The air no longer clear, but full of aura.
Animals highlighted by their nature of colour.
The songs that were once all but tweets;
The whirlpools of callings of life, and mating
All now just a blur
The once invisible darkness creeps;
Overtaking, overruling.
The life becomes all but lost; engulfed by dark.
The greys, the browns, the blacks
They slither and crawl; and destroy at once.
The gaping hole that was once so alight
Is now nothing but death.
The battle cries heard. Fading but never diminished.
The screams, the pain, the loss.
All now apparent
Wither and writhe you will all but lay
But in time the screams, the pain, the loss; becomes a whisper.
A whisper that will never fade, but will always be carried.
After the creeping of dark, light will never be the same;
You can hide with a smile, a laugh
But a grimace always follows.
What once was is exactly that; the past.
The beginnings of true life;
Never felt until lost.
Forever starts here
