Death and Birth of Humanity

The last day for humanity, under the fragile boundary of the world,
Shower fell across from a grandeur called sky, last day of mankind it was,
Woven under a sheath of rain, snow, and our hands melted as one,
Last day for us it was.
It rained for entirety, the streets washed new,
The trees danced under the speckles of water— water that wasn’t for us,
Across the sky faded away, the sun burned out, and the stars waltz forever,
Humanity was consumed; there were no songs left for us.
The dreamers died, leaving their dreams behind,
The sleepers perished sweeping into depth-less slumbers,
Across the fragments of world, collapsed, the lands wrecked, the skies tumbled,
The mourners fashioned songs of grief and sombre,
Us watched, hand in hand, as the buildings withered like sheets of dust and smog,
The conceivers lamented birth, for it was revealed birth and death are the polar opposites of creation and destruction,
The sound faded, the light brightened, the crowded parted, the branches withered, the world vanished. . .
The epilogue came, forever and hell and heaven birthed anew,
And both were white.