The World is Coming To An End

By Molee Banka

In twilight's grasp, the world shall meet its end,

A symphony of chaos, nature's final blend.

Allegory whispers in the wind's soft sigh,

As earth and sky in solemn dance comply.

Foreshadowed by the whispers of ancient trees,

Their roots are entwined with the secrets of the seas.

Each leaf a page, a story left untold,

As whispers of demise in whispers unfold.

The sun, a weary king, bows to the night,

Allusion to the end in fading light.

As stars emerge, like tears upon the veil,

The final act, the world's lament, unveiled.

Behold the raging tempest's furious roar,

An elemental fury unleashed once more.

Water crashes, fire consumes the land,

Earth trembles, as if to understand.

Yet in this cataclysmic, final show,

Nature's beauty finds a way to glow.

For even in the end, there's still a grace,

A solemn beauty in this final embrace.

So let us heed the allegory's call,

The foreshadowing of nature's fall.

And in the allusion of twilight's gleam,

Find solace in the beauty of this dream.

For though the world may end in fire and flood,

Nature's spirit lives on in stone and wood.

And in the end, as all things fade away,

Her whispers linger in the light of day.

By Molee Banka