Someone survived the event
Called the final Armageddon
Every single hope now dead
Few understood the message
Unable to read what was sent
The Horseman was there
And had long beckoned
In surprise and even shock
The world was still amazed
Despite warnings and portents
Desperate fears, mass hysteria
The event happens in ways
That no one understands
For the truth has been bent
By the division and hate
By all the false prophets
By careless reasoning
Now as few stand in place
They are waiting for the end
And haven't a clue why
They are all about to die
“A little while, their hunger unfulfilled,
The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.
("Ephemera")”
