They assembled on the hilltop,
The grey and the forlorn,
They prayed for the rain to stop
And for love to be reborn.
These future souls are lost,
Pale shadows of humanity,
No further hope to exhaust
To the deluging sky’s insanity.
And we will stand upon that hill,
Our faith and soul in tatters,
Unless we reassert free will
And see what truly matters.
Soon the final chance will fall
In meteor storms of our making
And our true destinies will call
Our names, in fire, for retaking.
Copyright Kosmogonic 2018
Image Jim Warren