As The Worm Turns

[windlestraw]

Talk of The End
It's as old as
The Beginning
Alpha Omega
And the world
Renewed by fire

As the
Worm turns
It chatters
Madness
In our ears
Like a
Black god
Spreading
Dreadful fears
Truth be told,
For everyone
The End is
Always and
Eternally
Getting near
We are
All frozen
In front
Of the tip
Of destiny's
Sharp
Thrusting
Spear
For the Mill
Of the Gods
Grinds slow
But it grinds
Exceedingly fine
Whether we
Want to admit it
It's a knowledge
We all carry
Deep inside
So we are sparked
Encouraged
Spurred onward
by the kicking
Pricks of
Unwinding
Time
It's a grim
Fact of matter
The spore
Stain upon
The grain
That weighs like
Millstones on
Our minds
And places a
Gradual bushell
Over our shine

Talk of The End
It's as old as
The Beginning
Alpha Omega
And the world
Renewed by fire