Everything was light, just light.

“What?” I asked.

“Remember, end of the world, white flash?”

“You brought me back here to die!”

“No, I brought you here to hear my poem.”

“Oh?”

“Take up the fairy demon’s plight!
Have done with witchling days
The easy crown of the Incubi,
The ungrudged wealth of praise:
By all ye speak or telepath,
By your misdemeanors do,
The silent sullen Hells on earth
Shall weigh your cantrips and you.

So, whatcha think?”

“Uhm, don’t give up the day job.”

#flash#