As the skies turn to crimson and ash,
And whispers of wind tell tales of the past,
The world stands still in a final flash,
As silence and shadows together clasp.

Oceans retreat and rivers run dry,
Forests of green turn to a ghostly gray,
The sun bows down, bidding goodbye,
As night consumes the endless day.

Mountains crumble and cities fall,
Echoes of laughter now memories faint,
The earth’s heartbeat slows to a crawl,
Painting a canvas of sorrow and taint.

Yet in this end, a seed may lie,
A promise of dawn in the darkest night,
For even as worlds wither and die,
Hope finds a way to ignite the light.