The First & The Last
All the stars are fading now
their shells burn bitter cold
and as the last of their old flame burns out
the black consumes them whole.
It’s cold now, so cold.
the winds of time and tide and title have waned
and in the waste, I’m told
that only you remain.
Perhaps the world our woe begets
will remember what we became.
When stone and sand and sea forget
might the dust recall our names!?
There stands no need for weapons now
no need for fire as the walls of time close tight.
Beyond the black a broadening silence beckoning
as day dissolves to night.
“There’ll be another time…”
that’s what you told them,
when you watched them leave.
When you stood alone to fight
knowing what reward you would receive.
The only reward…
And now, as you watch it turn to dust
as your wounds eat you away
and flesh rots as flesh must
have you nothing else to say?
You, who stands before me now
a relic of a bygone age
a man without race
a man without face
a man without place.
The last who will ever wake
to recall time’s last embrace.
“What words might trade man and God
at the end of days!?
Might our timeless father applaud
as we wither in his gaze?!
As we rise to meet him, the last thing
the only thing that remains
managing only to decay!?
I stand witness to the end of creation
but the universe is a body and a body can remain
In the name of peace, in the name of all that is sane.
I face the last great tyrant.
And in one last act of defiance
of brutal and beautiful violence
I destroy the brain.”
About the Creator
Veris Marock
I've been a writer since I was a child. I had my first story published in 2019 in a short horror story collection and I've been working to expand my horizons since then. My primary interests are horror and fantasy.
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