Infinite

I see the gloom approaching,
Heaven’s gates begin closing,
The worms,
Dig deeper into the night.

Stars begin dying,
Moon no longer shining,
As the day,
Begins to shed its night.

Blooming flowers of destruction,
Waves of vibrational construction,
The ants building towers,
Of golden light.

The sun begins crying,
Sinking deeper into the sky,
As the moon refuses,
To watch or rise.

Clouds of forgotten wealth,
Suffocating what is left,
But life,
Will survive the night.

R.K.H