In the fire
the end of time burns
I was the last messenger
I pray that I will hold you when the fire comes.
We slumbered,
out numbered
by those who are asleep
so deep they couldn’t hear
and left over fears
from the last explosion
which began with an emotion
love which burns with hope
I fear the end
but lover time has to bend
and be refashioned
A twisting entity
that eventually brings change
rearrange
the memories.