The End

 

The black hand of darkness reaches out across the sky

Snuffing out the lights of hope and peace

 

The world is silent

 

A red eye watches everything

Sweeping way every bit of hope

 

Still the world stays silent

 

Loved ones flow in a river of blood

As the black crows of death feed upon the bodies

 

Silence

 

Lovers try in vane to get to each other

For one last kiss

One last whisper of love

One last pinch of hope

For they know

The end is now...

 

... He opens his eyes

The eyes that have seen all of this and more

And knows this is an omen

He knows that the end

THE end

Is now.

Reviews

[Allie]

I love how you made this poem flow. It kind of reminds me of the book "The Sight."

Very interesting concept. I get the impression that when the earth ends all will be silent, but there we be a profound despair in all the living things on it, but no one can express it.

I'm not sure how you meant for all this to come about, but it seems like there was one destroyer who just brought devastation onto the world.

Awesome concept! Very intriguing.

[Emily]

This is a chilling piece of writing, and very good for it. I actually wish it was a little longer (though it doesn't need to be) simply because it entranced me for the thirty-or-so seconds that I read it.

You've done a good job with imagery, using the right words and amount of words to give us an image in our minds, but not bogging it down with too many pointless details.

There are a couple spelling errors, though:

'A red eye watches everything
Sweeping way every bit of hope...' Did you mean 'away'?

and

'Lovers try in vane...' I'm pretty sure it's spelled 'vain'.

Other than those two errors, though, I can't really see anything to criticize in this piece. You did a very nice job.

[Annebelle Ashire]

"The world is silent"

...it's...

[exhales...]
.intuitive....


oh it's beautiful.....

words....where are my words....