this is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends. A thunderclap faded into blue. The light dies down, fluttering gasps, until darkness reigns true.
Wondering through this barren world, I am the last to remain. All other souls have fluttered away, all dreams withered into decay. Sailing above an empty land, the truth begins to settle. This world is gone, hope snuffed, lullabies reach their end.
This is the way the world ends.
A whispering herald of empty darkness.
A clinging onto dusk.
I knew it was coming, we all knew the end was near. But pushing through each day and night, we humans struggled on. We cocooned ourselves in hope, crowned ourself in faith. We believed we would survive the night, we dreamed with all our might.
The world didn’t end in fire and brimstone. No resounding echo of ending. This was nothing to mark the end. Just a whimpering transition into nothing.
I remember seeing the word go dark. A distant memory of stilted gasps.
I was there at the end, the destruction of this life, this world, this home. Unable to do anything but watch, life faded from this place.
This is the way the world ends. Flickering lights, and whispering shadows. Dreams begone, hope forgot.
And in the shadowed corner of my eye I saw it; the way of the worlds end.
-MiraSophia x
