The Beginning of the End...

Beware this place O traveller
when time ticks end
to life’s long weave
as tatters from wool skeins
that had become undone

silence screams in its solitude,
in this  God- forsaken place
indifferent, cobblestone firm and cold
its indeed a lonely place to die

feel the spirits of the dead converge
as they overshadow meek visitors
and death’s cold bony fingers
plucking at inimical sleeves

yet walk you will though weary
on this streets with gangrenous
light, shining like blind cataracts
on green dead lights that still pulses

this place, is the beginning of the end
it is where the stars in the sky
will not deign to twinkle, nor shine
dawn will never come

beware this place sojourner
where mists and shadows
they mate in glee together
bring your torch to light the way

Away.