In shadows deep where whispers fade, The sky, once blue, now cloaked in shade. With every breath, the silence grows, A distant hum, the end's soft throes. The trees, they shudder, roots entwined, As ash and echoes blur the mind. The rivers churn with secrets old, And cities crumble, stories untold. The sun dips low, a final sigh, As clouds converge, a stormy eye. In twilight's grasp, we stand alone, The earth shall reclaim what was once home. And when the last light flickers dim, The world will hush, a requiem. In whispered tones, the shadows speak- i rrealy have to go to the bathro om and pee
