The ships have sailed on solar wind,
Earth is the dusty relic and we are left.
And for past generations
There was an eternity of tomorrows
And we, arrogant descendants,
Assumed life was forever.
We’re waving goodbye as the last ships
Burn an old ochre sky with a smell of ozone.
We hoped for one more future,
But our dusk came.
Hold my hand, let’s watch stars burn
And die as we have, of time,
Now knowing nothing is forever.
in response to prompt 15, apocalypse or end of days