In tomorrows beyond this time
awaits a door with my name
with grief as chosen font
embolden in crimson script

this portal should be closed
barred to all who walk the earth
lest they fall victim to the spell
allowing the door to be unveiled

that one-way journey to the beyond
marked by the passage sadly sought
now too visible upon the hearth
when the rest become defunct

consumed by darkness with no return
this is tomorrow without reserve
I’ll pass the days until that time
seeking a way to avoid the fall.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190115.