the day the sky fell

[edann]

I am static, for epochs reliving echoes of this fragment of a memory over and over in my dreams.
We were on the shore when the first wave of crimson fires crashed through the clouds and in to our sky.
We all knew what was to come, it had been written in the stars for as long we could remember.
As I held my parents hands I looked up and saw the tears in their broken eyes.
I knew that this was the most glorious moment that we would ever share and I knew it would be our last.