The Silver Trumpet Brayed

And so now, I can see the end of the tunnel, but it is darker than I had imagined, and much closer than I feared.

Far from the parting in glory across the sands, this is a slow sinking into the mud and the sunset is not bright and wild, but sorry and clouded with the promise of nothing.

All in all, this not the end for which I had planned.

posted by Weasel @ 9:25 PM