There I stood
at worlds end.
Where the sky divides
and dark seas led.
The wind howled its mournful cry
lamenting as its friend, the fading light, died.
As the darkening corruption ascended the hill
towards a forest of trees, poised for the kill,
The snapping of branches and wilting of leaves
was the final dance to the forest’s dying screams.
Yet the last tree stood
resolute in its might.
As its branches guarded its last fruit
so bright.
So there I stood, watching it fight
knowing the tree would never see light
for it chose its purpose, on this darkest of nights.
It would guard its bright fruit
until the day that it falls.
Producing a new forest
so green it enthralls.
And when the sun rises
what sights to comprehend.
Yet I\'ll still be waiting here
At worlds end.