Where Eras End

An obsidian monolith
Rifts in time
Light is crumbling
Skies divide

The fabric of reality is torn
All logic gone and forgotten
Illusions well and truly shattered
Memories seem like a cruel joke
A cheap trick played by our conscience

A monstrous charnel house stands as a threat
Overshadowing the land
The surrounding boneyard housing mountains of grime
And the tombs are crammed
Aeons have taken their toll
The scent of death from the pyres alight brings out primal fears
Not memories of the comfort it may provide

A misshapen mass of architecture colours the distance
A hue of blood, canvas of unbearable grief
Beauty lurks in every corner
God is an artist
This is his masterpiece

Cacophonies of repulsive laughter as the soundscape
Hellish creatures tend the grounds and care for the needy
There is no solace where no man treads, angels fornicate and demons pray
In some ways strangely quiet, peaceful, full of grace



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Ott
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