Standing on a glass pedestal
At the edge of the world,
I see my fate before me.
My love by my side
Sheltering me from the storm.
Protecting me always.
Waiting for a wedding,
That will never come to pass.
The world has disappeared
Without a moments notice.
Leaving in its wake
The barren land
Of its yesterday’s.
Slowly the storm abates
And an array of color spills forth from the heavens.