By Flame and Tendril

Those selfish little mice
How they horde about,
Pining for keys
To the Kingdom South

Wicked they were
in their carnal ways,
Little do they know
They provoke End of Days

A teetering Force
unscripted and eyes wide,
took notice to folly
tipped over by stride

A plea was made
with the masters in shade,
Opportunity for resolve
A debt fully paid

But those selfish little mice
with intentions precise,
Hubris wills
designed their demise

The stars spoke clearly
bearing glyph and sign,
carved the way for a door
a place void of light and time

A Flame and Tendril
responded with tithe,
due coarse was conscripted
And the Kingdom South writhe

There is no exit
There is no flea,
There is nowhere to hide
And no chance to plead

a reply to: trifecta

Humans will always survive and somehow humanity always comes with a comet of surprise