*Title may be a bit misleading…
Let me tell you something…
that if grace vacated the Universe,
and the end of time came in a fire
that was the scourge of all
the gods men ever wrote myths of,
and if hell really did freeze over
and a man that hated the cold
found himself there,
and if the torments and tortures
never ceased in spite of shedding
an eternity of tears and wailing
a song begging forgiveness for
all the iniquities committed
in every life that I’ve ever lived,
and if all the demons I’ve ever fought
in every dream that I’ve ever had
finally stole away my life,
and the Shadow People finally
escaped into the void with
the essence that makes me
Me…
not one of those things would be so horrible
as a muse closing her eyes,
breathing in the breath of life,
and snuffing out passion’s flames.
Heaven could not mean a thing
if the green of her sight
not once met the blackness of mine.
The worst imagined is far better…
THE WORST IMAGINED © 2013 BY SAHM ATAINE KING. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
:”)