Authored: November 9, 2020

On these sandy shores, a million feet tread
In these waters thousands swam
Under these skies countless dreamt
On these mountain ridges, the pinnacles of humanity clung.

A pattern in the entropy
Bones turn to dust, slowly as Earth continues to provide
Empty eye sockets of dystopic skulls litter the landscape
Post-humanity, the memory of mankind litters the surface
Empty cities, the ghosts of departed moan wistfully
Haunted silhouettes in moonlight
The cries of hapless ghosts in the winds.

Abide, luminate the tragedy of the human form
Nature will claim back it's toil
The world sighed when the very last human took its final breath
Under stars that would survive for many eons to come
The very last heartbeat pulsed through the Universe
Silent churches, mosques, synagogues
Places of worship of Gods that never saved Humanity
The human form extinct
These beings who never existed, vanish into eternity.

Cities, towns, villages, the decaying dead call home
Day turns into night, night into day
Softly nature takes over, repairing the devastation
Steadily the toxin in the air is cleansed
And in time, the structures of Humanity crumble
Reclaimed by which soil it came out of.

(I remember dancing with you under the mournful gaze of a full moon. Holding you to me, we heard the roar, a thunderous rage build as the radiation wall of a nuclear thermic bomb had been unleashed. We clung to each other. In one moment, we were alive and in the next we were no more.)