But  When?

 
But a spot of  light in the middle of the greatest darkness, seemingly surrounded....
 fighting a battle, yet neither side gaining nor loosing ground.
Faint is a flicker of flame suddenly shifting, attempting to escape upon a draft that
could Olney have came from the passing by of carnal spirits, long separated from their
flesh...Ahh...long released of flesh if to be more exact. But not of the lowly planet I walk
aimless, drifting like a dry leaf on a strong, cold breeze of a late autumn night.
A vegabond...embracing my destiny! Herded toward a final pinnacle of epic                       proportions, a greatness of which none have seen for millennia. There I shall stand
 before a breathtaking moon, as the sun melts the  opposite side of this breathing planet that has been gasping for air too long. Ferociously a phoenix births at the dawn
of the emmenint age, rising magnificently from our molten core, emerging a fiery beauty
which to look upon brings white-hot death without warning!   Millions perish as cosmonauts stare agape with terror...crying, "NO" !  .... As I stand still fully aware laughing uncontrollably, knowing my end long before. Reveling in the ridiculous
astonishment and suprise of everyone on the day of their demise.     "Many shall be
called upon, few are chosen". A god son's parable to the masses which many cannot
grasp its meaning until now... some now... never will.
   Truth seekers now granted full understanding and given the ultimate truth.........
                                                           

                                                                   DEATH .

                                                                                                         -  K.T.I.P. -

This is not one of my usual sty'ly of poems
but i thought maybe.... umm maybe ??
 feed back would be appreciated.
my poetry is usually more rhyme
 than prose.  .... "live to the fullest,
for death comes unbenounced to many".