In the stillness of the final dawn, we stand,
Shadows of what once was, now ghostly and grand.
The echoes of laughter, now whispers in the air,
As the world fades away, with a silent, solemn prayer.

The skies, once azure, now painted in gray,
The sun sets forever, marking the end of the day.
The seas rise high, swallowing dreams and fears,
As the end of the world draws ever so near.

Cities of light now crumble to dust,
Memories of hope, now shadows of rust.
The winds carry tales of sorrow and woe,
As the earth breathes its final, gentle blow.

Yet in this end, a new beginning may lie,
A silent rebirth, beneath the darkened sky.
For even in endings, there’s a promise untold,
Of a world reborn, from the ashes of old.