We stood on the edge of eternity and watched the birth of a supernova. Two lost souls tired of heart our numbered days over.
We new of this coming, we had seen the light but we could not believe that this spelt endless night.
In my hand the last living flower. Tears I shed like rain that fell as a meteor shower. Alone we stood, alone and cold we saw our future as in it’s last seconds it did unfold.
The light was amazing it was psychedelic it shot from horizon to horizon it lit the known, unknown, the chapel and it relics. Then all was silent and all was still as the last of winds took us and we vacated our tortured bodies of our own free will.