Twilight

Beneath the shroud of twilight's grief, A world ensnared in tragedy's motif. Where shadows dance with death's embrace, And sorrow's whispers leave no trace.

In desolation's barren land, Where hope, like stars, no longer stand, The end draws near, a looming plight, As darkness eclipses the final light.

The ravens perch on withered trees, Their cries an omen, a symphony of unease. Their mournful caws, a requiem's call, A dirge for a world about to fall.

The skies, once painted cerulean blue, Now draped in ashen hues, an eerie view. The sun, obscured, its warmth unseen, Forsaking all life that once had been.

Silent screams echo through the night, As souls entwined in eternal blight. The remnants of humanity's last breath, Lost in the clutches of a merciless death.

Rivers run dry, the earth cracked and worn, A desolate wasteland, forsaken and torn. The winds howl with melancholic might, Whispering secrets of eternal night.

As moonlight fades, and stars withdraw, The end of all things, a foreboding flaw. No solace found, no respite near, Only desolation, despair, and fear.

In this somber realm, where all has ceased, A requiem plays for a world deceased. And as the final curtain falls from above, The end of the world, a tragic tale of lost love.