The End

What do you predict the end to be?

At the perfect time, nothing matters.
Colours illuminate
And destroy the world I'm in
And the things I see.

The most precious and valued things I have and cherish
Are crushed and thrown into a sea of blazing flames
With the eyes of a dragon
Piercing through the flames into my fragile soul beneath.

My breath is caught
In a moment
Of spasmodic movements
And the world crumbles
Underneah me.

Light, fire and the distinct smell of death
Come up through the cracks in the earth.

Shards of flameballs
Flash through the air
At lightning speed.

Stars fall from the heavens
And burn the ground
Of what one was populated by people,
Now only dragonic flames remain,

Targetting me,
The survivor of it all
And the last one to fall.