The apocalypse was at hand. The sky bled as it came undone Brother murdered brother Monsters roamed the land Beasts spoke in the learned tongues of men Elementals emerged From the hidden corners of the earth To take back what was once theirs.
It was in the bleakest hour of mankind That we crossed paths.
Stranger greeted stranger Like old friends, A warm hello With a twinkle in the eye, Before one took the other's hand.
The apocalypse was anything but If its conclusion is so serene, Rendering the torrent of fire and brimstone A drizzle of petals and dew.
Eternity ended too soon As the tolling of the church bell Called in the sunrise And chased off the cobwebs of slumber, Along with it, All semblance of felicity.
If it had to be a dream At least make it a prophetic one.
If it will take the end of days, The death of a star, A cataclysm of the celestials, For me to meet you, Then so be it.