Before the descent of the darkness,
before the end of days arrives,
we find ourselves in a time between two worlds.
An in-between place.
Still here,
but the die has been cast.
The judgement made, the executioner is hovering,
the sentence has been read.
Would it be better to know?
Better to be prepared for that last call?
Final farewells could be said, embraces,
tears spilt.
The words not usually spoken, but ever understood,
before the shadow arrives, bearing its menace.
Or better to be oblivious, the regular routine,
life marches on.
Living each moment until the last,
as we have always lived them,
in the soothing bliss of innocence.
Not knowing,
what is preparing to rain down on us.
This in-between place, where we stay not long,
the last call of the former days,
soon to be carried into the light.
Last moments spent,
unaware that they are last moments.
A period of time between two worlds, the known,
and the place we will spend all time.