Reckoning 2 Poem by DM W

Light is weak in the death throes of this age.
The earth moves beneath these frail dream landscapes,
As we brace ourselves for stormy weather.
We'll remember former times of tender
Joys, as we face the driving wind and rain
Together. We're victims of the insane.
We've deciphered the writing on the wall,
And we know that crass kingdoms soon will fall.
What will replace them is anyone's guess.
But we do know that this land is unblessed.