The end of an era

The end of an era.

An old world collapses

in a smoldering fire

of dreams gone awry.

But out of the ashes

new life arises.

The scorched earth supplying

a feast yet to be seen.

For the death and the birth

are closely related.

Like a newborn arriving

through the loins of the old.

We grieve for the old, for we see not the new.

But behold, it is here

in a shape yet undefined.

Our hearts feel the presence.

The outline of greatness.

Breathe in and rejoice.

Unto us it is born.


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