Upon this eyrie, now we stand,


    gazing down into the abyss


    of limited years and the unvaried dark


    that veil eternity.


    I saw then the sun and the world


    shadowed in the darkest night;


    we have come to the end,


    the final sunset,


    the place where every dream


    must end.


    And we, fallen incarnations all,


    This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.of what was once endless,


    now walk as fragments on the brink


    of darkness.


    Time, that withering specter,


    follows us, hounding our steps,


    till we reach this place,


    this


    point


    of no return.


    Nostalgia yields naught but twisted


    memories; the rose-tinted


    perpetuity is a space discorporated


    of truth and hope, and at last,


    a journey comes to an end,


    drawn voidward by the


    lamprey-kiss of mortality.