Random Poem Title

The sky darkens,

in the distance clocks smash

like distant heirlooms.

the walls collapse

around an everlasting fire

constantly fading.

The grey approaches

and there is no stopping

this impending destruction.

Hear the smells as

our mouths touch the cool

surface of cloth.

Thirty silver pieces

spread over thirty nights.

Darkness lights the day

as flowers swallow the night.

The beginning ends

as the end begins.