The Scrivener's Jest

I used to plan in decades, Now I plan in minutes, Each moment splinters A thousand futures, Each darker than the last. I watch them march Madmen and fools, Progenitors of a fallen species, Headed for the cliff, Over the edge Into nothing. Justice or retribution, I know not which. And here we sit, At the end of an age, Sharing stories of a brighter time Facing a “thousand-year night.”

Note: Another post from the vss365 prompt that went long. I included the final line from Alas, Babylon in the piece because it fit so well.