And long before the dust had settled <br />he himself had vanished, <br />no sound had even vaguely <br />disturbed the morning as it rose. <br /> <br />And what was left was awe, <br />and an uncertainty of thought <br />which led to such explosive <br />and disorderly rebirthing <br />it baffled even spirits who had come <br />to witness and to oversee <br />the final rising of the emperor. <br /> <br />The Cantadora now appeared, <br />stepped from the cave into the light <br />and spoke with the authority <br />of hoarseness and a voice so soft <br />that all the creatures froze, <br />the birds just hovered in midair <br />and Folsom Brook stood still, <br />just short of where the pair of beavers <br />were stationed to erect their dam. <br /> <br />'It is the last and final time, my children, <br />that I will tolerate the beelzebub <br />this foul abomination of the filth <br />that fell to ground when God created. <br /> <br />I am in charge of all decisions here, <br />all judgment shall be mine and mine alone, <br />I shall destroy this world and leave no trace <br />for any sparks that live in space to light <br />de novo from the ashes and the dust <br />a new beginning, for a humankind.' <br /> <br />She spoke and raised her braids toward <br />what all had heard, the sound of clarinets, <br />and from the tallest tree descended, gingerly <br />the figure so well known to all the evil human souls. <br /> <br />And as his hooves touched down onto the ground <br />a great explosion rocked the trees and nearby hills, <br />it spread in a gigantic tidal wave of fire <br />throughout the world, and it left nothing in its wake. <br /> <br />It was the end though no one knew what really did <br />occur that morning, as their time had truly puffed <br />up into air that had the odour of fresh sulphur, <br />though they had known for centuries about it all.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-it-all/
