End

We stood at the edge of destruction and laughed at you as you burned.

We clung to the branches and danced as the world ended in fire, ash, and dust.

There is nothing more than ash, as far as the eye can see.

We once again lie dormant waiting,

Waiting for the world to kick-start itself again.

So that we may at last take to the sky on wings of ash and dust.

I suppose this is fitting, to become stars to fall again when the end is nigh.

Our contribution to the beautiful impossible universe that you inhabited.

~Sam