Take up your lyre and strike up the band.
Dance all you want, for the end’s close at hand.
The world that we know will soon be no more.
Its refuse and debris shall wash up on the shore
of a darkly lit island at the end of all things,
where the Lord of the Void and the Judge of True Kings
will tally our faults, our sins and our crimes,
and weigh them against our more innocent times.
They will judge if we’re fit to dwell in the sky
or to be ground into dust and finally die.
So although we can’t know our ultimate fate,
let’s take pleasure from life before it’s too late!
A quick poem for national poetry day. If you liked it, you can support me on Patreon and get access to exclusive stories and previews of RPG content.