End of the World
It is the end of the world
The flat edge of the map
The endless drop where the gods cleaved the earth from the heavens
Beyond the edge
Beyond that terrible, chasm black gap of eternity
Is howling nothingness
Where no mortal has ever ventured
Where the winds carry the whispers and dreams of men over the edge, into the void
The ring of eternal emptiness that even the Gods have forgotten in their immortal ignorance
In maps it has no name
Unknown
Here Be Dragyns
The End
In the stories you sail right over the wild edge into the unknown
If you dare sail that far
Into the ice sheets of the North
Beyond the End of the World
The heavenly veil is lifted
Past where the edge of the sky meets the earth
Farther than where the faintest, most distant star wanders
And beyond that, beyond the final void of wild chaos
Still untamed and unseen by the hands and eyes of man or god or beast
Lays the edge of the beginning
Of someone else's map
The flat edge of the map
The endless drop where the gods cleaved the earth from the heavens
Beyond the edge
Beyond that terrible, chasm black gap of eternity
Is howling nothingness
Where no mortal has ever ventured
Where the winds carry the whispers and dreams of men over the edge, into the void
The ring of eternal emptiness that even the Gods have forgotten in their immortal ignorance
In maps it has no name
Unknown
Here Be Dragyns
The End
In the stories you sail right over the wild edge into the unknown
If you dare sail that far
Into the ice sheets of the North
Beyond the End of the World
The heavenly veil is lifted
Past where the edge of the sky meets the earth
Farther than where the faintest, most distant star wanders
And beyond that, beyond the final void of wild chaos
Still untamed and unseen by the hands and eyes of man or god or beast
Lays the edge of the beginning
Of someone else's map
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Lays? Lies? It's too late for grammar.I don't like poetry. I haven't written a poem in like two or three years. But I found this, and realized it wasn't up here, so I'll stick it on. Nobody reads these anyways, so it's really like a nice little place to store these scrawlings.
I feel like I have outgrown Mibba.