The moon just passed behind a cloud
and darkness now's not just a word.
The blackness settles like a shroud
and nothing more can be inferred.

Standing out upon the brink
and facing the abyss,
disappearing with a blink,
I'm resurrected with a kiss.

Knowing not what to expect,
the road ahead is black.
I vanish in the intersect,
never to come back.

Where I was is empty space.
I've slipped into the trees.
My ashes gone, I've run my race
leaving only memories.

Seven dancing angels breaking open seven scrolls
Six continents exploding at the seams
Five billion years contracting into Black Holes
Four horsemen riding darkly through my dreams
Three gods call out a warning
Two doves fly out at morning
One bitter final song and then I'm

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