The Final Descent Canto 1 ONE I reach for the end, though the end will not reach for me. It has already reached for him. He is gone while I, locked in Judecca's ice, go on and on. If I could name the nameless thing My father burns, and living worms fall from his eyes. They spew from his sundered flesh. They pour from his open mouth. It burns, my father cries. It burns! His contagion, my inheritance. If I could face the faceless thing From the fire's depths, I hear the discordant duet of their screams. I watch them dance in the final, fiery waltz. My mother and father, dancing in flames. If I could pull the two apart If I could untangle the knot Find one errant strand to tug And lay out the thing from end to end But there is no beginning nor ending nor anything in between Beginnings are endings And all endings are the same. Time is a line But we are circles. Excerpted from The Final Descent by Rick Yancey All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
