At the End

In the night's silence we woke and we knew That this tragedy was set for our Earth. And we asked, Is this a holy break-through? Are we to be part of a great rebirth? The sky cried the thick black dust of ashes That covered the midnight sun. And in time The only sound was the trees' hard smashes. Mankind's shaking fear worked as an enzyme To feed the void. Your eyes screamed with madness. Screamed not with anger, but screamed with passion. With the impending fate engulfing us The children cried - not without compassion. Before the defeat we made our amends. We restored our losses at sorrows end.