What will be left of us?

As the sun hides, the blue sky turns red
bringing a veil of darkness
The sly night ushers the dread

Unfazed, elated the rejuvenating souls
admire the night; beloveds by their sides
soon they perish into memory, remains deafening howls

Air reverberates with screams
Is this the tread of the darkest hour?
The vicious laughs pleased on a million shattered dreams

Its a city of shadow and dust
just a hounding void remains
Innocence with gleam stares hopes for what is already lost

The world is breathing its last
all mortals have been murdered
Is there a ray of light, can there be a new start?

The gods have long left this chaos
we are but at our own
If we don't stop, I ask what will be left of us?

Truly
Abinash