The End of The World

This is the end of the world.

It always is.

Brought about this time round
By black sclera's and dark hair.

Sometimes its by the wing or sword

Or some coloured blood

It always by blood
Make no mistake.

A necklace
Green energy
Purple lightening
Silver blade

Magic
Greed
Pain
Love

Above all things; love.

This is my ninth apocalypse now.

The last was a dream
The one before; a calling.

By my hand again
It's the end of the world

It always is

But it's never the end.

Never.