The sun was growing smaller,
Unfurling black holes unto Death,
And I await,with abated breathe,
Her Nemesis to seduce her from the
Face of dying Earth;
I know I wont live,
Wont even be a phantom,
Phantom I am now---
A mere flicker in this Kingdom,
The living kingdom of Death;
If only light years could be years,
Enlightened,untouched by tears
And seconds could be the distance
Between Them and Me,
I see,I foresee---
When humanity will die,
When fleeing winds will cease to sigh,
The butterflies could fly,
And not be feared by the boy I love,
If only there was a sole place for love,
I could be a phantom,
The Phantom of the Opera,
But by her death bed,
True tears I could shed,
I could be my last unfinished business,
Bidding adio to Her Nemesis,
From the other dying kingdom of Death.
But I know .
As the sun grows colder,
The universe, infinite,for distance...
Between Them and Me.
I sit in my corner,
Struggling to block the scorching summer,
Awaiting impatiently the onset of winter,
With abated breath,
In the kingdom of Death,
Awaiting .....the onset of My Nemesis.