Do they know?
Should I tell them?
Are they worthy of the knowledge?
Am I?
I climb this tower to see what others can’t,
to feel what others won’t.
A whisper in my mind that
warmed my heart and chilled my soul
said, “This is the last one.”
I wanted to jump down, to cry out,
to warn, to incite panic that we might
save ourselves.
But the colors drew me in,
the breeze touched my face like a loving mother,
and I felt Time begin to die.
He took me from the tower as he passed,
and there would be no tomorrow, and no memory
of the last earthly glory my weary eyes witnessed
in this life.
And all the tears of the all the other watchers mingled with my own,
and together,
we put out the sun.
Beyond Panic 