Halloween's Swan Song

It was a time when all things evil began to darken even those hearts of hope that looked towards the celestial door of heaven.  A haunting vapor of melancholy had curled its tendrils throughout the heavens, until the misery of helplessness on the earth, once rich with life, left the brittle bones of humanity crushed beyond despair.

Gnashing teeth and lashing tongues spew out the blame across the lands as if it were confetti sprinkling down amongst the remnants of a fallen ecosystem.  Better late than never is a hallow phrase, when there are no options at the end.  It may have been more prudent to remember we were only guests of Mother Earth - not her boss.

Too late.

She's in reboot mode.

To ashes she goes, moving in her orbit about her star… one million, two million… millions of orbits as she stews over what to brew up in her next era of life, if fate allows.  She wants to get it right this time around - to not rock her boat off its course by life that will not live as family with her other creatures.

It’s always worth a try, but if she spawns an entity that evolves thinking it owns the world, well then…

Heaven help us…

here we go again.

Mother Nature's Creators

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"Where did we go wrong?"

"You and your shortcuts.  

The instructions said Dust of Dawn, 

not a witches toe nail!"

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