The New Century Dawns

I lay there,

and watched the god I had created die.

At the end,

when we were cold as the stone we had hewn his body from,

When the lights were nearly all extinguished,

We heard, in the silent distance,

The Man-Pigs singing to one another.

Then,

as the last lights were gone,

And we lay together in the deep,

They drifted away, and all was silent.

Such a silence, I had never known.

And as the dust settled on my open eyes,

And we lay together, embraced forever,

I heard, miles above us,

The sounds of the city turning over in it's sleep.

A church bell, ringing out.

And in that moment,

The New Century was born.