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On the edge

On the edge

A blackness opens,
seemingly from nowhere,
too late to turn,
too late to run.

A fire bellows down below,
a boiling redness,
rolling sulphur,
blackened forms.

The promise of excitement calls,
something different, something new,
but the flickering light and dark
illuminates the hidden horror.

I see people marching,
headlong into the chasm,
shouting triumphant nothings,
with the sound of rattling metal.

But as they fall,
they scream,
and we are lost.

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