The End is Nigh? The end Is the only thing we know for sure. That this journey, long or short Will end, abruptly or begrudgingly Yet we fear it so. We don’t know the answers of when or how We only know will So, when crisis comes knocking on the door Blazing on screens Flashing images etched into your brain that The end is nigh Fear comes creeping from its cave to see What it longs for so desperately To keep you up at night, Keep you in all snug and tight To put your life on hold for a might. Scaremongering creatures the flashing images can be They take many forms turning you into a scurrying creature too Hiding out like squirrels With you stash stockpiled Survival for the cold, dark, long winter The bright, beautiful, glistening winter.