under cover

Cloud cover of gabble
Too much heat
Not enough light
for intelligent life
to thrive
 
Sing another chorus?
Clear the abyss before us
with voices like sirens
reversed
Uncover, dispel the curse
if you will
or be part of the kill
 
Here, in this still place,
is our world awakening?
Which version of the tale takes hold?
Is this the age we were foretold?
The end of all we've known,
or the beginning
of potential unveiled?