In the gleaming nightfall we can watch the light retreat.
Its rays slither eastward, like snakes along the grass,
As it leaves us to ourselves.
Woods of tall trees
Old, deformed and barren - obscuring the sun -
Red and tired
From working its way up from life giver
To massive hydrogen bomb
We can't see the sun,
But we can see the god rays surrounding the trees
And brief dim flickers of light shining through them.
These are rays from a god that is long dead.
It's our final night in this place.
There is no tomorrow.
This evening we drink to the day the world ended.
