An ending. For Writer's Cramp, reposted due to increased portfolio space!
|The day their world ended went from ash grey to fire red
The succession of colors seemed aptly wrong, another broken rule
United under one cloud-filled sky, they watched the light reflected down at them
There, the color scheme continued its ruthless play on their faces
They didn’t notice that
They wouldn’t look
Worlds have ended before, and risen anew in lush greenery
But that’s not their’s
That won’t be them
Hanging on to the last rays of dying light seemed Important
But not enough so to look
The day their world ended, the light slowly bathed them in red
A ruthless conquest of unmoving planes
They can’t see that
All that’s left is ashes.