I cannot see past the dove's white wings,
nor under those of the raven.
The sheer contrast between the birds
is destroyed as a blast pierces the air.
The dove and the raven fly away together,
their wings flapping in unison.
In front of me now is the darkest tree I have ever seen,
filled with peering eyes.
The eyes stare at me,
an intruder, with thousands of mocking colors.
Then there is an ocean,
vast and filled to the brim with choking seaweed, debris, and bodies.
Face-up, they float,
mouths of fish, birds, and humans open to the buzzing of flies.
A darkened sky fills my view,
stars twinkling above and shaking me to my very core.
These stars I have never seen,
are only heralding the nearing of the end.
I close my eyes and the birds return,
pecking at my eyes,
admonishing me for seeing
what wasn't truly there.