End of Time

By Riley Burgess

End of Time by Riley Burgess
Wind whistles through the park
While the sun falls behind the mountain
The dark has come. A tornado howls through
The deserted earth, an eerie groaning comes
From the rusted swings. Earth cries its last
Despair, as its species has become distinct
And it too will soon reach its time to die.
A little wave of fire cascades down, burning
Fields and scorching the open plains and collapsed
Structures. A tsunami comes, its great gaping jaws
Open to drown this place. Its arms tug down on earth
The waters great claws scraping downward on the great
Planet. A spinning mass of wind resembles a hurricane
The win screams and yells, tearing trees from the ground, and
Destroying everything in its path. Fire surges, air emits a
High pitched wining, and waves bubble over the great mass of dirt.
The planet bows its head to the very elements that first created
The soil on which it died. Ice freezes masses of land as the hurricane
Tears it up. The flesh and bones of the golden land backstabbed it
Killed it, and gained their revenge. Nature struck back.
It’s clawing arms, and gaping mouth attacking. The planet shook
Its underground slate movie. Great cracks split from the ground
Spewing orange lava, oozing over burnt and frozen shrubs
From a distance, aliens chuckle and giggle at the ocean, and dirt’s’
Ignorance. With a thrashing, and hurling mass of dirt, a giant
Ball of ice, fire, wind, and cracks explode with a colossal
Bang, It’s over. The very increments that first built it, destroyed it