Two Minutes to Midnight
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Two minutes to midnight
The moon cowers behind an onyx vortex
Where worlds were born, flames ignited, extinguished,
Smoldering to silence before protest could even begin.
The ring on his left hand glistens
As he reads the inscription once more
And sardonic laughter fills the smoke haze.
He’ll choose where he goes from here.
Time suspends in jagged frozen lines.
For now, he stays in elective purgatory,
Two minutes to midnight.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron