Huh? Where the heck did that title come from? Anyway, this poem is sort of about.. umm.. the end, I guess.. And that clich?of how the end is actually a beginning. Oh! So that's where the title came from!  --insane smile-- Sorry, please forgive me and my 'deliriousness'.. Please read and review! ^^

Omega

Swinging pendulums

Bright flashes of light

We, the prisoners of time.

Our worlds clash

Spinning

Twisting, turning.

The rhythm of a beating heart

Takes over your soul;

An unseen presence stares.

Let go!

Pull away!

Too late..

It has begun.