Terminus (Bonus)

Be not afraid! I should not have stayed! oh my god the horror! While others prayed and slaves obeyed! the angel is in my head! The ones who fled had the end conveyed! The stars... go... out. ​I am a pillar of salt in the gale. Watching the canvas of nature turn pale. The sun is a strobe light, a frantic white spark. Flickering fast in the jaw of the dark. Spring is a blink. Winter is breath. The seasons are spinning the fabric of death. The mountains are melting like wax in the heat. While empires of stone are ground under my feet. I do not tremble. I do not recoil. Watching the blood of the universe boil. ​DILATION. ​THE STARS ARE RIBBONS OF SILVER AND WHITE weaving A SHROUD FOR THE BURYING NIGHT A TAPESTRY TORN AS THE CENTURIES STREAM LIQUID HORIZONS IN A FRACTURED DREAM THE FIRMAMENT BLEEDS IN A STRETCHED-OUT GLOW AS THE ARCH OF THE COSMOS BEGINS TO BOW RACING THE LIGHT TO THE SILENT END WHERE THE BROKEN CIRCLE WILL NEVER BEND! ​The motion decays. The friction is gone. I stand on the edge of the ultimate dawn. The shore is a shelf of silicate gray. Where the tide of the eons has washed it away. A bloated red giant. A motionless sky. I watch the last of the atmosphere die. The ocean is ink. The air is a stone. The traveler sits on a terminal throne. From the depths of the black, the carapaces crawl, White, bloated giants, the kings of the fall. Hideous feelers and segmented blight, Moving in silence through the dying light. The last lonely witness to the murder of time. A ghost in the gear of the ultimate crime. ​TERMINUS. ​No seasons. No cycles. No light. At all. The stars... go... out. ​WITNESS! ​THE STARS ARE RIBBONS OF SILVER AND WHITE weaving A SHROUD FOR THE BURYING NIGHT A TAPESTRY TORN AS THE CENTURIES STREAM LIQUID HORIZONS IN A FRACTURED DREAM THE FIRMAMENT BLEEDS IN A STRETCHED-OUT GLOW AS THE ARCH OF THE COSMOS BEGINS TO BOW RACING THE LIGHT TO THE SILENT END WHERE THE BROKEN CIRCLE WILL NEVER BEND!