The End of Time

Prisms of light
Scatter the sky
With bands of color
Emulating bands of truth

Fortunes resounding
In echoes of canyons
Carved with a chisel
Of serpentine greed

A rainbow reminder
Wrapped ‘round a finger
Promising forever
A holier time

As Pharaohs remind us
With iconographic splendor
And timeless emotions
Unravel and unwind

When fate reaches skyward
Unleashing its power
Breaking the rainbow
Into splinters of light

No longer a highway
That seemed like forever
The week we remember
Destroyed with a dream

4/3/19


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