End of All

bolts of dark electric blue, sent mountains melting out of view dissolving down like soft ice cream to overflow, in my sad dream the vast lands and the dying seas, the majesty of ancient trees all the people, places, things now drowning, save the ones with wings as the stars all went out, one by one finally ending, with the sun those who could not love, in life scuttled for that, which'd brought them strife while those who could, were still held close, by those who would and so, as darkness finally fell, love was all we'd kept to tell the ones who'd wept for what we'd shared our world; if only all, had cared