[Cyan]

Slow, the End

Slowly, slowly.
Not earthquake, nor avalanche.
Not meteor, nor comet, not Nemesis come to collect
on a debt long overdue.

Not fire and flood, not nuclear winter.
No quick and easy death, no mercy.

But long senescence.

Inevitable the end, and glacial.
Hordes of hollow men look to the sky.
And know.
And know.

Thanatos tiptoes forth.
Not loud, but subtle.
Hooded, silent.
Deliberate.
All know he comes. All await his coming.

He comes.

Slowly.