The tide came. It brought along good news.
But the deluge wasn't far behind. The good news just a mere euphemistic shamble for the bad tidings.
Darkness was to be the only survivor. Even shadows would flee soon. Nothing but despair and quiet desperation.
The light at the end of the tunnel had been long since put out. No angel had come down to reignite it.
The blasphemies of childhood and youth were now being mangled. The idiocies were now being brought to consciousness.
"All is not well," people say. But who is there to listen? Who is there to champion their cause?
Nobody. No one. Not a single soul in sight.
Humour and laughter have long since fled. The mournful sorrow, the bleak horizon stretching beyond vision, with no signs of retreat...
The plumes are rising, the earth is being swallowed, slowly but most definitely.
Life is coming to a hollow stand still.
The end is near...