falling omens/setting suns

[livefornow]

strange dreams of the past.
strange tidings for the future.

sigh.

it is that day again
the last day of ever
when all shall perish
and be born again
with the rising sun

tonight, toast

to absent friends,
lost loves,
old gods
and the seasons of mists

and may each
and everyone of us

always give the devil his due.

may you all have a safe new years
or at least, relatively so.