William Blake Beckett
This Is The Way The World Will End - Poem by William Blake Beckett
Like a brilliant bolt of lightning,
This is the way the world will end;
Blackening, the world cries softly,
Hearts crack, and have no time to mend.
Like the moon eclipsing the sun,
We can watch, but do little more.
Silent, we cross the river Styx,
Get lost in mist, see not the shore;
I hope I can watch the end come,
So I may laugh with it and say,
'I haven't lost just yet, it seems, '
And fight to see just one more day.
And so, I will then close my eyes,
And end the world, with all its lies.
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