Permian Dusk

Skating fiery micro-blades slice red trails in my eyes
As a vision from a distant age embellishes the skies
A weary sun looks down upon this scarred and battered land
And the hourglass of ages soon is leached of all its sand.

My tongue dissolves in acid from my stomach or the air
As early beasts drown swiftly in their primitive despair
And a morbid thought occurs as I relive this mass extinction
Not a vision but a prophecy of man’s final eviction.

Dreams flowing back
Feel the icy cold of a Permian Dusk
I stand upon the precipice
A chill invades my spine
For the billion deaths I witness
Flock together and the pain I feel is mine.

A distant angry venom etches gateposts in my veins
And the count is so much greater for what’s gone than what remains
Aeons worth of putrid death come back to haunt once more
As we wait for the cataclysm to bring dusk back to the fore.

Dreams flowing back
Feel the icy cold of a Permian Dusk
I stand upon the precipice
A chill invades my spine
For the billion deaths I witness
Flock together and the pain I feel is mine!

Shockwaves from the Permian Dusk grip vice-like ‘round my heart
As seismic pulse engulfs me as the final death throes start
Countless lifetimes laid to waste and souls depart the Earth
The future torn and ruined, devastation’s deadly birth.