End

You left me standing here alone, in a world that’s turned to stone,

A brilliant marble of blue and green

A beauty that has gone unseen

Decaying to the bone.

How can I fight your so-called fight, when all around the fading light,

Leaves darkness spreading further,

And now I don’t know whether,

The plunder's worth the plight.

Why wash your hands of what you made, you sit here watching all life fade,

As oceans take the land,

And rocks crumble to sand,

Your final chess piece played.

These roaring fires turning ashen, it’s been too long, our time in ration,

And now the blackness swallows,

An earthly body hollows,

In necessary fashion.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin