Nothing's Forever

Nothing's forever, not even the ephemeral myths of our ghosts and gods

Omnipresent revenants, the dead among us, will die again by all the odds

The starry heavens will fade back to black as the planets wilt and crumble

Higher realms will remain unfound, except in the moot words we mumble

In every empty mirror, there are clues, that life with time is a misdirection

Nothing's the simple sempiternal truth, we might surmise in our reflection

Given to light from dark, we're the passed and present, but we are neither

'til the skies burn dry, we're random moments in time, in a sphere of ether

Seasons will spring, from summer into winter, as we inevitably fail and fall

For with our liege, the interminable ticking clock, we're obediently in thrall

Our nightmares will always prevail, they will be with us until the bitter end

Revealing that nothing's for sure, there's no escape, no stairway to ascend

Everything's temporary, even the gleaming heavens above, abundant stars

Visibly unyielding, yet fatally fading, into the oblivion that's more than ours

Eternity's for the myths of ghosts and gods of our imagination's endeavour

Reasoning will tell us though, that the afterlife's a fallacy; nothing's forever

Dark December

Darkness fades to shapes of shades amongst the dazzling, dancing faeries light

An invisible horde, en masse, meandering towards the end of the longest night

Revenants are prevalent and akin to paradoxical moths, drawn to dying flames

Kindred spirits forever and now the nyctophiles, from the long lost old domains

December remembers and descends, through moonlit mist to the chill of drizzle

Ending with the ritual black-mass of the passed, the wraiths and the dire dismal

Called to gather, from dust and ashes and from ancient barrows of empty graves

Enthralled with rapture, in a cast of shimmering shadows, of the shortening days

Maudlin spectres await the churches solemn sunset knell, as the bells chime four

By the break of dawn, the languid gathered, will return to where they were before

Evanescing in the longest night, fading to the forgotten memory of a dying ember

Reshaping the wandering shades back to shadows, of a sombre dark December