Source of the sorrow

There's a red brick building, 
Roof layered in slate,
With moss on on the flashing
Like mold on a cake,
It has an old white barn door,
That blocks out the rain,
Inside there's an old man,
I can't tell you his name,
He's the source of much sorrow
And he wont go away.

Extinction Assured

BOOM!

“Oh my god, look...!”

The ground pulsed, skyscrapers swayed like saplings, glass in every window flew in shards attacking indiscriminate targets.

No chance to reply, you were dead, eviscerated.
I held you, tears cleaned river channels in the dust on my face.

Together soon, our extinction assured.

Ever seen a mirage?

“Have you ever seen a mirage?”

“Better question” chuckled Zeta, “have you ever watched an Earther run to the mirage only to find it gone?“

“You’re so mean, people die on Earth chasing them”

“Sensitive”

“No Zeta, we’re not to leave the portals open, you know that, what if…”

“What if…you mean what if a Earther manages to catch one?”

“Yes”

Zeta closed the portal fully

“Then they’ll find out they’re not alone”