Friday Nonsense: The Last One?

From time to time I have these strange thoughts in between my final dream and my first awakening. Ideas, images, some pleasant others perverse. But I could not shake this image, this train of thought, so I wrote it down. Make of it what you will....

The Last One

The Old Man sat across from me, the Light from the Fire reflected in his Eyes
His skin, rugged with Age, matched the red Earth beneath our feet
He spoke in an Alien tongue, but I understood him when he said Brother
He spoke of the Great Journey, across a Sea of Ice and Frozen Tundra
From vast grass Plains to deep Jungles and Andean heights
As he spoke I sense Life ebb from him
He was the Last One and I was his Witness
Witness for his struggles and the struggles of countless Generations
To Grow, to Be, to Live
From Earth mounds and Pyramids to Cities that touched the Sky
And then his Eyes closed for the Last Time
My Hands on his shoulders, easing him to his final Rest
My Skin Marking Me as Betrayer, Destroyer
With His Last Breath He called Me, Brother
And I stood alone under the Eternal Sky
I stood and I stared and I Asked…
What have I Done?
What have We Done?
He was the Last One
And Now I stand Naked in Truth
And Alone....