Here we sat
Rolling hills stretching beyond our sight
Grass drifting slowly in the low wind
Clouds still upon the horizon,
As birds, singing their final tune,
Shifted note and fled at the sound of our voices
At this, the end of the world.
Turn your shoulder to witness
The burning of civilisation
Behind us
Away from the madness and screaming
One last place of calm
Where we can, once and for all, resolve our doubts
You ask of my love and I reveal all
Secrets flooding from me
As the ocean floods the land
At this, the end of civilisation.
Not fear, pure bliss
As the last birth of our wretched creation
Wreaks havoc on Earth
Drowning green in blue
And all else flickering red and yellow
This violent landscape is far away,
And catches the light in your eye
The same way the sun did when first we met
At this, the end of colour.
This is not what I pictured in the word
Apocalypse
I had always imagined it so much more painful
But there is beauty in this destruction
There are no longer words to hide
The secrets that burdened my heavy mind released
Like the vapour on the ocean as even it burns
The sweet release
We had all feared
Is not bitter, nor sad, but a last chance
To enjoy the breeze in your hair
From the last wind, whose force soon shall tear us apart
At this, the end of nature.
Shall we finally know of heaven
Or hell
Or the absence of promised lands
Perhaps we will just drift
But for now it matters not
All effect has known no result
The ripples we caused could not halt this.
I always thought I'd escape
Save mankind
Save us
But no, I too give in to this beautiful destruction
Never to make a wave
At this, the end of spirit.
And so here we sat
Waiting for the final breath
Watching as all else slowly dies
Truthful and pure in only this moment
As birds sing
As grass, burning, sways in the gradually building wind
As clouds in the distance, with not silver, but golden lining
Gather around us above
In shapes uncommon and exquisite
At this, the end of the world.
About the Creator
Versahi
For a good many years, writing has been a therapeutic escape for me, helping to make sense of the complicated emotions. It allowed me to process and create something I could be proud of. Please enjoy!
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