After the End

They arose from an already disintegrating world,

among wires, spirits and ash. In world of decadence, and

a violated past. Only to be stifled by the sight and

silenced once more.

Burning their icons, their words,

along with their past that embraced

the regicide, the greed, and

most of all the war...

Building stones at first, then monuments made of

gold and what they could find,

to commemorate those increased,

those stifled, those deceased.

Creating their own tourniquets, and supplying

their own sustenance so that they may

comfort the slowly dying,

and the already diseased.

A constant remains, before and after.

Time after time; there is no succor

for the weak, in forgotten lands

and dire times.

What will happen after the end?