Behold the crimson skies and waning light,

The world braces for an endless night.


Birds flutter in a desperate plea,

Knowing tomorrow, they might not be.



The air grows still, the seas rage on,

Mountains crumble, landmarks gone.

Nature’s final, resplendent bow,

Before the darkness swallows it now.



Whispers of endings, tales untold,

As the world’s last story begins to unfold.

In the silence, a poignant song,

Of a world wondering where it went wrong.