The World's End

Roll the dice.

The snow-fall that happened.

Roll the snowball.

The more you take, the less we give.

The world's end.

Winter's dream captures the Spring.

Down the hill again.

Divide the space.

The gallery is captured in night.

The truth doesn't heal, and you can lie your life away.

But fiction can always leave a mark that

nothing can change.

The world can be a beacon no-one can see.

When you dilute your margins of error.

Until you cannot see it any longer.

You think what is dead stays dead?

We are of God, forever and ethereal.

We know the archaic language of the Sun.

True to say that nothing last forever.

Perhaps nothing is what I am.

My mind is a cipher noise you can listen to.

While you orchestrate my doom.

Horses, running wild and free.

The summer has returned in full force.

And the storm; shall pass 

and we shall remember.