Upon this eyrie, now we stand,

gazing down into the abyss

of limited years and the unvaried dark

that veil eternity.

I saw then the sun and the world

shadowed in the darkest night;

we have come to the end,

the final sunset,

the place where every dream

must end.

And we, fallen incarnations all,

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

of what was once endless,

now walk as fragments on the brink

of darkness.

Time, that withering specter,

follows us, hounding our steps,

till we reach this place,

this

point

of no return.

Nostalgia yields naught but twisted

memories; the rose-tinted

perpetuity is a space discorporated

of truth and hope, and at last,

a journey comes to an end,

drawn voidward by the

lamprey-kiss of mortality.