Last night I was told it was the end of the world.
So I listened to R.E.M  just to tempt fate.
There was no earthquake.
Just thousands of white faces serving their own needs.

But there was a sudden blackness.

A moment when the stars where cancelled,
and I could see the last woman walking with
dignity along the dead banks of the Fen River.

At that moment I knew my fate.
I had always know this.
Emerson wrote " Deep in the man sits fast his fate".

But I refuse to sit still, to allow fate to become my master.

A living being, a chance to begin the proverbial new life, a back hole to start again.
The last kiss alone, remembering all.

Mankind is out but I am still here.

This is my fate.