Final Thought

Something I dabbled with a few years ago.

This is for the world

That once was

For all that were slain

In that final battle

That determined the fate

Of our lonely race

Now forced to live in fear

As we hide from them

Times are hard now

Our race is thinning out

Food is scarce

The ocean runs black

As the world we know

Slowly dies with us

The creatures relish in pleasure

That they get from our pain

My end is near

I write this with

The final thought

I never had.

-Steven Beach