Beyond This Time
In tomorrows beyond this time
awaits a door with my name
with grief as the chosen stain
embolden in a crimson font
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.