The Dying Light
Sunlight flees the approaching night.
Hope follows the dying light.
Darkness covers the world around.
Despair conquers with a triumphant sound.
Torches are lit, but are not enough.
Shadows make surviving tough.
“What is the sun?” a child asks.
The reply? “A lie that didn’t last.”
Death has come and conquered all.
Its minions rampage and cities fall.
“Is there anyone left to stand?”
“Is there anyone who will take my hand?”
No one answers Hope’s fading plea.
The whole world drowns in misery.
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