MicroHorror

I am old; I’ve existed for so long I can’t even remember where it all started. I was here long before Father Time wrote the first words in his endless book. I taught Death how to send his first soul through the great loop. I raised Mother Earth from infancy into womanhood. When she bore her daughter Gaia I helped her plant the stream of life.

But I grow tired; it’s hard living so long. I hope that one day it might end. I’ll be ready long before that day reaches me. I’ll be around long after the one God goes away and all the others after him turn to story. I’ll see Father Time make his final entry and close his endless book. I’ll be the one to send Death through the great loop. My hands will lay Mother Earth and Gaia to rest in their precious soil. I often wonder who will lay my remains to rest after I’m gone because I am certain of only one thing. I am old.