I found myself thinking. And I know, it's far too literal to be me...but hey, I don't care- we all have days that we just want to get to the point and ask, "Is this all..?" I suppose.. we'll never know.
The First Question
My lord,
is this all that I may see?
Are our lives no more than a test,
set up for us to fail eternally?
But what choice have we?
To believe in the bleakness of hopelessness,
that our tomes, and knowledge
fade away with our final breath?
What lies beyond the swirling abyss?
Is it hellfire, damnation, or sacred fortresses-
that stand stoic and proud,
keeping out the ever present and creeping oblivion?
I can dream,
to be adorned in fine silks,
the sterling silves and gold -
reflecting upon and ever burning Sun.
Deepest burns the fires of life,
stalwart and proud like the raging flames of hell itself,
refusing the to bend its knee
to a future bleak with the promise of unmaking.
What are the mysterious of the depths?
Are they cold and unwavering,
with truths so black-
tomorrow is promised only by the shadow of never?
And if I choose to walk a path of light,
does it mean I'll only be welcomed into the dark?
Can I scream to the skies, please listen,
"Is this truly the end we all work toward?"
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