Final Act
So quiet were those ghostly plains
Where the remains
Of mankind lay scattered
Battered by the final war that had turned their flesh to bone
And reduced the lands to dust.
The violent spawn of hate
Had swept them to their fate
That of a dying nation lying slaughtered in their graves
A nation now unknown
Lost forever in this barren zone…
The air had chilled
And filled with a poisonous fog
An unnatural smog that made it difficult
To breathe or see
But in the sky above
A dove floated free upon her poisoned wings
Each feather coated with a toxic poison dust
That gusted on the wind
Fading all to nothing…
As the bird she flew upon that breeze
The poison grew and seized her spirit
And she tumbled like a stone
Into a sea of twisted bone,
And lay so silently to die…
Moonlit shadows swept out in eerie cover
Across the polluted landscape
Where no other living creature could escape
The gas choked stagnant air
Mother Nature who had warned us to beware
Wept a single tear,
And began to wonder why the world had come to this…
Gently she kissed the dead goodnight
And the light went out forever…
The last drop of blood is shed
Our grave is sealed
The Earth is dead…
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