Final Light

A Raging storm.
Boulders crash through black skies,
after the white hot lightning flash.
Deadly Static.
As the gods weep their anguish upon us.

No life can be found,
but for a single flower.
The Neglected Rose,
All alone in the garden
Of this dying world.

Petals fall away.
A delicate scent sweetens the air,
for just a moment.
As another light cools and dies.

There is no beauty here.
If there was ever a time,
To which we could return.
Where no shadow would reside.
A Utopian Time.
Now a non-existent dream.
Blown away,
Just like the final petal of the rose.