Promptly Friday: The Beginning is Near 

Enchanting and surreal

A vision beyond the pale of reality

A vision that takes breath away

A spectacle that gives breath to life
When destruction gains a friend

Beauty is at its end

But what that friendship brings

Will surely fill that void

The void of death

The void of chaos

It will birth a new order

It will bring a new splendor
Beyond the wall that blocks vision

Behind that pale of reality seen

Lies in wait a magnificent scene
Before the wall that halts imagination

The streets littered in destruction

A destruction humanity brings to itself

A plague of hate deemed faithful servitude

A disease of war given by those sick with power

A quarantine zone that has yet to find a cure
Our people suffer

We die before we can live

We are beaten before we can stand

We are trampled upon demand

We, the backbone of this society

We, who often feel the tugging of the leash
Short, these days seem fleeting

Long, these lives last to give

Forever, a wish to see beyond

Eternity, another day in this land of pathetic man
They see not the ways we bleed the same

They hear not the cries we plead the same

They feel not our sorrows or joys we share

They care not for us, and why should they
The wall was built to keep us held here

Numb the mind to the unknown we fear

Taught all along of the wall to stay clear
Throw up your ladders

Escape from this place

Escape from stagnation

Escape from tradition
Come see the wonder and beauty serene

Out in the open, a majesty forgotten

Let go those struggles, a burden no more

Become as humanity, a greater potential

Become a human, a forgotten species

Evolve past the boundaries

Find the mysteries that lie in waiting

Grasp the power of a newborn star

The power within as that’s what we are
Star stuff reborn

From star

To dust

To human

To so much more

The beginning is near

What are you waiting for

© T.A. Rindler “The Beginning Is Near” 2015

© T.A. Rindler Short Stack Story Time 2015


About T. A. Rindler

What dreams may come when the mind dances in worlds of imagination? Wordsmithing. It started as a hobby. Now I'm in the process of trying to make it something more than just that. My mind dances fluidly through imaginative world's both hellish and serene, and all that lies between. I've dabbled in so many ideas and interests, but writing has always been something that I would always return to doing. Whether I was writing a story, poetry, abstract thoughts, ideas, essays, or even written/online debates, I have always enjoyed the creative stream of ideas that spring forth. Join me in my journey!
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