oh the irony

chilling me from the pit of my stomach

and rubbing it all in my face

it’s all so close to perfect

now it’s visible on the horizon

forever drawing closer

only for night to forever fall

casting a shadow over that world

that pinprick of existence

and years later

it will only be told as a bedtime story

with a haunting end

and as we live that story today

we are near the tragic climax

we’ve reached the top

left with no alternative

but to tumble clumsily down

never to return

to the peak

where we once thrived