The End, by Rowan Sanan

The Creation splinters in three 

As the realm of the Lord, 

The domain of the Devil, 

And the land of mortals 

Become one. 

Salvation and sin, the same. 

The fallen and the risen, twins; 

Born as heralds of a new world. 

Heaven and Hell, honourable do they hold

The power of the Devil 

And the innocence of the son 

Which falls silent upon the ears of man.

The flood of sin 

Extinguishes the blaze of His glory

As the falsehoods are exposed tenfold

Upon the burning pyres 

Of a shattered Earth. 

Mortality will then find the apple

And pluck it from its mother branch;

But cursed they will be in their Garden

For banishment will never come

To liberate their sins 

As was once done for Adam and for Eve

For their sin was original 

And humanity’s is final.

"I wrote it to mimic biblical scripture that may have foretold what would be written in the event of the end. It came to me especially after reading one of the little descriptors of what you want: "poetry that would be buried in the Earth beside a twisting willow tree". It feels especially like a warning none might heed, but still describes the destiny of all."

Rowan Sanan is a poet, writer and editor studying Music and Professional Writing. He spends his free time writing poetry and fiction, practicing the French horn, and watching animated shows and movies - mainly for their soundtracks. His work has previously appeared with the Toronto Public Library and the Young Writer’s Journal.