At the End of All Things

Moons and suns rise and dip
Below the horizon
Yet still life flows onward
In all of its glory
Icy winter crowned in
Mistletoe and holly and frost,
Bound in crystalline perfection,
Tender spring, sweetly singing
Seductive in its melodies,
Beckoning with ethereal tunes.
Jubilant summer of golden hue
Opening like a wildflower
As the meadows burst in green,
Changing autumn of wild winds
And colors of raging flames
And those cool colors of the Earth
Showering the skies with kisses.
Yet still on spins Gaea, Terra,
The Lone Blue Planet,
Endlessly spinning through
Stardust and the flickering cosmos
Waiting for the end to finally come;
When the storm will let loose
And the flames and darkness
Unleash
Here, at the end of all things.