Shadow over ancient valleys.
Sun long gone, deserted plains.
Fruits of life no longer growing.
No blowing wind, no falling rain.
Death’s hot wind, quick in coming.
And its fallout, long since gone.
A planet built of bareback mountains
and dried up seas without a sun.
Now spinning from its nucleus.
Breaking up, into the stars.
It’s final chapter, now begun.
The end of earth, and all its wars.