Taps
(The final song)
 
 

The 'Taps' they are sounding in the distant hills
the mountains and rivers reverberate with their song of chill
for mankind his final hours have come, not just for one,
the earth quivers as it gives its last song.
For all things that came and took part in the life that was offered
from the soils the earth shared so willingly with all proffered,
eventually must meet their maker and the time is closing fast.

As the evening of life draws to a close, the 'Taps' they are sounding,
ever drawing nearer to the final closing of this door of life,hounding,
from all around they are moving nearer, gently sounding their message
the 'Taps' of death approach and none can stop their passage,
The branches of dead trees tapping against the rocks in dying ranks
the water in the drying stream tapping quietly against its banks,
the last of humanity crouches in their caves for protection, kind,
from that which they cannot be saved, hope forever in their mind
and yet knowing this is indeed the end, for Gaia is dying
the oppressive heat of the sun that has for so long given life, sighing
in its own death throes, can only give death, that will consume everything.

The heat has turned the skies grey and dark, thunderclouds no longer
roam the sky, and no more does a rainbow gleam with that band of slender
hope that has for so long said "I will not fail you", for fail it has,
one of the first to die as the planet strives to throw off the final curse.
For so long has our sun been the life force, now as it dies it becomes
the undeniable force of death in which nothing can make their home.
The 'Taps' they are sounding as the rocks split and crack with the heat,
and the life that is left hears them, and is helpless to change the beat.

The earth rides closer to eternity every passing minute, and nothing
can delay the inevitable. The 'Taps' are sounding across everything
as the earth rides closer to the dying sun. The two inner planets
already consumed by the fires of hell, and our home drifts closer and gets
closer to the oblivion from which there is no escape, the final resolution.

Our earth, now old and decrepid,marches every minute nearer to the final
reckoning.Her last days are now long, shrouded in the deep denial
of what remains of her atmosphere, she crawls slowly towards her death
at the very hands of that which for so long gave her life. Mournful 'neath
winds across the endless deserts and barren mountains all playing the same
song, the 'Taps' are sounding and nirvana creeps closer to all that which
has served its purpose and now has mostly died in the inevitable twitch
of time. What is left will soon follow the same path, there are no forks
left in the road of time that our planet marks.

The remnants of humanity, crouching in the bowels of their home from time
immemorial, which nurtured and mothered them for so long, pray for the shine
of blue skies and green grass to once again give them hope.They wait in vain,
for that time will not come again, the 'Taps' are sounding.

The last long day draws to a close, the remnants of life huddle in fear,
there is no new dawn for the home that has nurtured them for so many a year,
allowed life to flourish and intelligence to bloom, all will soon be just
a small dead particle of dust while the universe lives on and perhaps must
spawn a new mankind somewhere in its vast empire of light. Time was never
on mankinds side and now the last grains of time trickle away, while ever
man awaits his final destiny.

He has not long to wait, the final 'Tap' sounds, and all returns to that
 whence it came.....
 
 


(C) Copyright 1999
BOB KING
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The Nexus Collection
BOB KING

Awakening
Dreamtime
Man

Nature
Nirvana
Pathways

Reflections
Reflections 2
Reflections 3

Shadows
Sounds
Stars

Taps
Treasures.
Wish




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