"Some say the world will end in Fire

Some say in Ice".

We ignored concepts the of the unexpected

And now darkness hides our lamplight.

The world did end in fire...

They only lied by omission.

Fire did contribute,

But it was the ashes that stole our vision.

Life's last light has blown

In a spectacular graphic display.

Upon death of the light, arose the night,

As the clouds steal our day.

I was there.

It was the most beautiful apocalypse

I had ever seen

The clouds were the same.

Only these would not thin.

People ran and screamed,

Whist I watched the show begin.

The clouds were the main attraction

But the people took centre stage.

I was not phased.

By death...or if I die!

Me...my death peaceful.

As I stared up at the night sky...

But there were no stars, unfortunately.

It was cold.

But I had no blanket,

Because I missed her.

I missed her warmth, her flow,

Her flickering glow.

She was to be my death,

I died flamboyant and bright.

Unlike all the rest,

I found no solace in fight.

I found my solace in control,

In power, and in choice.

I took my Lucifer from my pocket.

Applied her flame upon my skin.

And prayed to my god to preserve my place.

Because I've lived a life of sin.

Ryan Smith - 03/04/11

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My family's not normal. Every time we have a meal together we always end up discussing something strange over the dinner table...Usually something medical as my cousin is a trainee nurse, and my aunt is a drugs councillor. But SOMEHOW me and my cousin were discussing the end of the world, she told me of a volcano that is supposed to erupt and where the lava wouldn't kill us in the UK, the ashes would kill us by blocking out the sun. So it inspired me, the concept of darkness and a cold death from a hot volcano.

updated Apr 6 '11 by R.J