As the sky turns crimson, shadows fall,
The whispers of time echo through the hall,
Silent winds carry tales of old,
Of dreams once bright, now stories untold.

The oceans rise, the mountains bow,
Under the weight of destiny’s vow.
Stars dim their lights in farewell sigh,
As the universe prepares to cry.

Cities crumble, forests fade,
Leaving behind a world remade.
In the quiet, the earth breathes last,
A solemn end to epochs vast.

Yet in the void, a spark remains,
A memory of love, beyond the chains.
In every end, a start anew,
A whispered promise, a morning dew.