Creation covered in ash,

White hot intense arcs flash,

Against the structures, tsunamis crash.

Frigid winds bellow bloody warcries,

The very earth torn asunder.

The planet sings its final hymn…

The world! Destati!

Of your other pursuits?

But no matter…

None of it seems to matter in the end.

But to you, your world matters.

After all, you did get to see

Just how things would end up…

And just as easily, you could have

Surrendered to the madness of

Upholding the words of dead persons

Long since rebuked.

But, this is no elegy for the feckless.

Unless that was the chosen path…

How would that elegy even be sung?

To some, world’s end gives clarity.

Others, judgment becomes foggy.

What does it do for you?

What did you do?

When faced with the snuffed ashes of existence.

I trust that, in the end, it was right for you.