The End

We watched the end of the world together
After picking up the falling feather
On a thousand different channels
In our cozy little house
Tucked deep inside the Emerald Forest
With critters who seem to be honest
Where they cannot find us
And they cannot see us
While we examine the Light
Of the twentieth century
Twinkling in the twilight
Blinking on the highlight
The dying spectrum of glow
Volcanic nougat
the splendour of splintered crystal shards
The Tube is a tunnel
A star trek lit by spinning chandeliers
Down which we peer
As we drink to jolly good cheer
In horror and awe
At the Beauty of the Beast
At the beginning of his feast