Mist

We will soar into the void,
laughing about our past lives,
thinking about the unreachable things
we've not got.
We will flee from a night
that was too much eager
to own, love, and destroy us.
In a mist darker than light
the day after we will recognize
our shapes,,
in a thousand shards
of shattered mirrors,
senseless creatures
in a dragon's dream.
We will open our arms
to embrace Gea
and the black God of the sun,
our father...
Only to find
that we are
eternally dead.