Tuesday, January 28, 2025

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THE LAST SONG 

Prose for the End of Time 

 

Steven Robert Morrison

2025



 

For Darlaine

My rock and my refuge,

and the key to my salvation


A vast expanse of time stretches beyond our limited comprehension—something so vast that it can fire our imagination and overwhelm us to tears. In faith, it is to some a comfort, and in reality, to those with a rational mind… it is a nightmare.

“I wish I could live forever” is a dream beyond even the minds of those possessed and called insane. As an honest thought, such thought only dwells in the darkest recesses of the minds of the mad. And to dream or wish this is the want of a fool.

What would you do after you had learned every language, had read every book, and had sung every song? Once bored with eternity and praying to all the gods that you had outlived, what would be your “Last Song”?

 


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