And this is how the world ends
Not with a bang, not with a whimper
But with a hum of whispers of blind men
Who forgot their own downfall
This is the blood of the world, the streams of ichor
Trickles of warm saliva on the muzzles of hylikos
This is the essence of the chalice from Matthew
Shapes with no form, shadows with no color
Words with no meaning, possibility with no purpose
The resplendent life