Smoky survivors

Were climbing the horizon,

As crystal castles collapsed.

Minstrels and mercenaries

Doomed for a crash,

Split their fates with

The conquerors of kingdoms.

Flashing their flags,

As they tumbled past,

I thought myself

To be ascending…

But the Moon choked back its laughter

And spat aloud an answer-

“No, Baby, the whole world is ending.”