The Way the World Ends

This is the way the world ends.

Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

Do not fear the light of the dying star for it will yield no pain.

It is mortal, it is ended.

Fading out like the dimming of the candle, then extinguished, forever.

No light shall ever again grace these barren lands

As dust forever billows across its scarred surface

And drinks its voluptuous seas.

Like a standing ovation,

Brought to its knees.

This is the way the world ends.

The celestial dance shatters as the marbles of the universe scatter

Tumbling eternally through the blackness of time.

Erratic and meaningless as the horror of nothing

Becomes everything

At the end of all things.

Life fades on the horizon of eternity.

As lifeless as a doll,

Staring into emptiness,

Exhausted of soul.

This is the way the world ends.

Frozen remains long devoid of consciousness,

Drawn deeper into the dark.

Whispers of brilliance find no listener

In the nothing.

No heaven to accept the irrelevant traveller.

The hand of god can only reach so far.

Unable to halt the death knell chime

Echoing thunderously,

For all time.

This, is the way the world ends.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin