The End

At the end of worlds, where stars collide,

Where darkness reigns and light subsides,

The end of all that we have known,

A place where nothing can be grown.

The skies are bleak and filled with dread,

The ground is scorched, the oceans dead,

The remnants of a once great world,

Now only ruins, ashes swirled.

But in this place of endless night,

There's still a glimmer, faint and bright,

A hope that shines amidst the gloom,

A chance to rise from certain doom.

For in the end, when all seems lost,

A new beginning comes at a cost,

And from the ashes of the old,

A new world forms, a tale retold.

So let us not despair or fear,

For when the end of worlds draws near,

A new beginning can arise,

And from the ashes, new hope flies.