Beneath the crimson skies, whispers dance,
Time’s tapestry unravels, a fateful trance,
Silent shadows waltz with twisted fate,
An apocalyptic ball, an eerie masquerade.
The moon weeps tears of molten silver,
Stars crumble with a cosmic shiver.
A cacophony of whispers, the Earth’s requiem,
As embers of oblivion etch each whim.
A riddle of chaos in the quantum breeze,
Whispers of despair, the ancient trees.
Cracked mirrors reflect fractured dreams,
Reality trembles, tearing at the seams.
The sun, a spectral ember, fades to dust,
Echoes of the forgotten, a sepulchral thrust.
Shadows play, born of graves and left below,
In a desolate expanse of painted ashes and painted snow.
Rivers of sorrow carve the final verse,
Unseen forces in the universe disperse.
Souls of Gods and souls of men,
Their fates have been chosen, a fading light at its end.
In this apocalyptic waltz, time stands still,
A cosmic ballet, nature’s final will.