The word of God,
Spoken, or gifted, or thrown at
In the eye or speech of the last displaced fool
Cursed on the son of a subdued Nihilist

This is both the end
And the dream of nothing more
And nothing less
For here, see yourself

This is darkness enshrouded
Whereas light seekers, stargazers
Beg and whisper
Death is not so bad,
Annihilation can be love, for loves sake

There as those who see and say
The love loss picture
The first fire mixture

The end of the world
This is darkness enshrouded
The end of days
Realization of days

Where there days for anything more than this?

Then, there was calm and serene
Out my first landscape states my serene desire
Nothing yet had crossed the wire.
Hell, it existed, nothing there is twisted.

There is Sleight of fate.
No more hours, no more days.

As I look out the mist driven Sunday night.
Aye, a wisp of a no longer mattering cloud
The fraud of yet another
My fascination, favourite of those nights
Where nothing was here,
But I made existence
It was still my own

Then, there is the glowing moon
My moon, the ephemeral moon

There is nothing too it, nothing more
It is mine, as still to come

This is darkness enshrouded.
Yet to come
Hard to know where from.

And I can only guess
Nevertheless
Where rhyme and reason
Came to pass
Fae, the human ingrates, melt a sign
Of bloated insight and red horrid brine

Then the ephemeral moon passes behind that mundane cloud
I am nothing but the mass of the clear glass
And out from beneath these words, and blood red moons appear.
Two half and one full.

“But in what way have you been waiting?
In what way have I attained
Of anointing, the right to explain?
Best to go another way.
Best to live another day.

And I see fire rain on the city lights

This is darkness enshrouded
This is the end of days.

It is night, despair
Or better yet fear, for every passing hour
The judgment of the foul naive
The pitiful masses crowd the endeavour.

Wish for death
Wish for death
Cower at the mere thought of inquisition
The coalition of all the nightmares
And be plucked from the horde
The last battalion

BY the shadow hand
That writes on these walls
“Twas your end”

And I have no beginning
None do

For this is darkness enshrouded
None remember the end
For none remember their beginning

And Then ice thrives
On the night of long knives

Panic and dismay
At the fallen corpses and earth’s decay

None remain and none can stay

The streets are swept by the outlandish tide
The waves and current harass one side
And fire consumes another

And a black crow,
Eyes shine with oblivion
It wields the desperate
And eats the man who has faith in nothing
Comes from no where
But will reside atop the highest sky
Where the moon of ephemeral resides,
And God’s crown misses no creation.

And yet,
Along the panic and distraught
Devastation waits for no man

And it is entirely seemly
As the current sweeps blood and decay
From the bone dust, and clouds
You stand amused

This is darkness enshrouded
This was a human being
Now it is not

This was God’s soul
This was mankind
This was its dignity

And they’re still remains,
This faith in nothing
When the God
Our god
Wields the broken sword

Its name is reality
His reality

And we are nothing
I’m AFRAID of nothing.
And let NONE survive.

For there are no survivors

This is darkness enshrouded
For we cannot recall the end
Our death

For we cannot remember a beginning
I was not born

None where born
And none can truly die

They where all once human beings
And now they are not
Nothing is

Down the streams on the old shatter world
Comes bliss and forgiveness
For she did not care
No one else exists to remain and stare

The star gazers are gone
And so are the light seekers.

This is darkness enshrouded
This is the end of days.