A World Lost Between Two Moons

Two moons of amber hue rose sequential on the edge of the blackened sea.
I looked at my watch to mark the time; it was almost a quarter after three.
The stars were masked dull points of light; hidden by the smoke of the ritual pyres.
I looked at the red glow in the west, then the moons to the east and lost all desire.

”Why”? I said should I go on against this bane; this demeaning scrag called life?
There were only a few of us left who hid in the caves by the sea and would come out at night.
It used to be a different world; a world that was once full of life, fresh and green.

Yet now it is a barren almost inhospitable place full of darkness like the world has never seen.

Standing now on a wind swept dune I look out now across the sea at the two moons.

I raise my arms skyward in anguish to challenge the dark tide knowing that I will be gone soon.

I will soon become fuel for the midnight pyres, which steady burn for those born of evil desire.

I will like the forty-four thousand before me mix with the ashes of destiny and become one yet apart from the consuming fire.

A world lost between two moons…the darkness gathers like the priest of black masses…the end is swift and it comes soon.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/2007