The End of the World

Twas dusk, I remember, on that early December
When the world turned to ash, and left naught but an ember
The sky burned in crimson
And our eyes turned to light
Away from the poison
Away from the night

How humorous and sad this fate
That only at the end abate
The countless storms of mankind’s greed
Of daggers, shields, and of spears
All of which make mankind bleed
Until a silence fills its ears

But beautiful indeed the end
Where thy enemy is thy friend
In a language without restriction
Spoken with audacity
In some sweet, seraphic diction
Where the tongue is wandering free.

My eyes have witnessed such a day
For though my friends did sit and pray
I walked across the end of life
And saw it at its peak
And though you’d think there would be strife
No strife did mankind seek.

With gas-tank full of eager oil
I freed myself from fear’s great toil
I felt the key within my hand
The engine roared and sang with mirth
I felt my spirit’s swift demand
And embraced my quick rebirth

The windows rolled into their sheath
The wind, so pleasant, seemed to wreathe
About my happy, careless nature
An endless, hallow breeze.
And so I left my nomenclature
Beside my old disease.

A splendid name did I then don
A name of dauntlessness and brawn
It was the name of everything
Spelled only by a smile
A name that only angels sing
That no one could defile.

I carried my omniscient name
Without the slightest bit of shame
And drove without a shackle bound
Stopping for a passerby
Who sat, quite haggard on the ground
And asked him how he’d like to die.

To this said question, he returned
A message which my fate had earned:
“The world, it seems, is coming down
And we’ll go with the end
But if in fire we’re to drown
I’d rather with a friend.”

He must’ve known my name it seemed
For then his smile, restless, beamed
Akin to mine, for mine had flared
And so he joined me on my travel
And so the final day was shared
As we watched the world unravel.

Twas dusk, I remember, on that early December
When the world turned to ash and left naught but an ember
I found a man quite foreign to me
Another day he’d not be friend
But I befriended fearlessly
Because it was the end.

And I said to my final friend:
"How beautiful indeed the end."