World's End

Worlds End

If the world would find its end
Lightning might be her only friend

For winter’s kiss follows a strict process
and Jackie Frost will say chorus is nonsense

Emerald hides under those blankets of white
As the roses rest obediently for spring light

Fire’s beloved keeps to the hearth
Even the flame of adoring hate, is liable to burn out
Though the molten liquor of the earth,
may prove the catalyst’s bait, in its clout

Exuding from the core to barricade the sky
Engulfing creation in a statuesque grave mid-goodbye

Or perhaps it’ll be a comet from the great beyond
Spitted down by the mouth of God

Yet the Mother need not seek a fatal bane
She can simply wait on the greed of man