To The End Of The World

Silent, dark night submitting to roaring whips of flame. A lion, turning on its' master.
We could only be the moth, and drive these haphazard roads towards it. Some roads led away, some towards; but the sum total would end there.
Stopping the car (among few others), I went to the gate: pillars of flame supported a roof of smoke. It looked like the end of the world. My lover's camera clicked.
“Coming?” I nodded beyond.
“No! Why?” she gasped.
“New beginnings!”
"You're mental!" she protested.
“Suit yourself then...” I winked, smiled, and walked into the end of the world.