The End

A poem about love to the end of the earth

When the world has come to its screaming end

Old gods fall and new ascend

When stars and sovereigns from heavens crash

When fields and flesh all turn to ash

Will you bare your teeth and hold my hand

To walk with me through ravaged lands

Where the dying sun departs the east

Will you face with me the coming beast

As towers mighty and mountains fall

We will not bend to mercy's thrall

We will go in blazes bright

Face the darkness in bursts of light

Part your lips, love, and sing for me

Let us speak no dying pleas

We will not go softly, we will not cry

We will end together, you and I