A dark poem about the end of humanity.

Streams of sunlight reign on high.
The azure sea of endless sky,
is touched and warmed by solar ray.
To and fro the people go.
They do not see, nor do they know,
for nescience is man’s way.
The lovely day, this threat, belies.
Behind bright skies, the darkness lies,
but there it will not stay.
Even now, the terrors come – those shadows of oblivion!
Humanity shall be undone,
as they carry us away!
Blood, and ash, and flood, and fire -
the burning skies draw nature’s ire,
and lightning pierces skies of gray.
The earth that once was friend and home,
assails us with her shrieks and groans,
and holds us in her sway.
Struggling in the choking ash,
trembling hands in darkness grasp,
seeking purchase where they may.
In unrelenting grief and dread,
we’ll soon be numbered with the dead.
We find no strength to pray.
Completely spent, we close our eyes,
betraying hope that truth denies.
We give in to dismay.
Life or death – come what may -
it doesn’t matter anyway.
In time we’ll find a bright, new day.
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