the end of time

In the ages to come, we may see new light, new springs and new mornings. Life will blossom through the four seasons like the flowers of Flerindre. It will flow endlessly like the streams and rivers of Klakfoon. We will see life everyday and we will embrace it like a loved one. We will live it each day like any other. The quest for glory and honour. The search for eternal joy and ever-lasting peace. We will learn to enjoy the fruits of this world. But it will come to an end. The day will swoop down upon us like the peregrin falcon. We will not sense it until the very last second where we are already within its claws. It will feast upon our powerless bodies. We will suffer pain without any strength to resist it. Darkness will shroud in from all sides of the spectrum of decay and all hope will be considered forfeited. The multitudes will listen to poetic dirges speaking of them. The nobles will lay in their lavishly gold covered graves. Even the strong and the kings of the great empires will meet with the same woeful end. Nothing lasts forever. No one will survive. All will be lost.