Lament o' the Fallen Goddess

by Kribble the Mighty

This isn't really a fiction, it's more poetry. Which was mostly written at 5 in the morning. I attempted to take a Scottish brogue (think Robert Burns) but I'm not sure how it worked out in practice. It is ... difficult to describe. If you're OK with Evangelion, you should be fine with this. Review if you like!

Lament o' the Fallen Goddess

Th' goddess surveys her ruin't werld

Th'r's nowt she canna spy

While soars in heav'n up above

The god who ruin't her eye.

Forever it sails, forever she stares

Apun the redded plane

Wh'r two things crooch, the only left

Till all starts to live again.

Will they rage and love in terns

Till time, love, and werld have brok'n?

Or will they grate the new-born raisers

With the lovely "Cross" as their token?

Th' goddess looks, and sees, and smiles,

For naow she can do nowt else;

No matter naow she loved the boy

Who she gaeve the werld to melt.

Th' god that sails, it drifts on and on

Till time and hope are past

It caen never arrest its journey

For it was made to last

When the werld is no more than a silent husk

And th' goddess's eyes have closed

The sun has stopped its hartless shiene

And creation's in its gloam

Th' protector, th' statue, th' godling grate

With the world that it did rend

Naow halting, naow ceasing, shutting down

This, at last, is Humanity's end.

Th' goddess smiles her ghastly smile

And watches slowly unfold

Th' altogether cruellest tale

That any god ever told.