Black Rain...

When our empty world spins silently And black rains gently wash the sky As the fervent sun shines ferociously Upon forgotten seas that have boiled dry. Those hopes and dreams of yesterday Distant, now float lost upon the breeze Like carved out names on summer days Forgotten memories adorn fallen trees. As Gods outnumber worshippers again Whose long forlorn battles are now done As smoke, it will be too late to ponder then Just exactly what they lost and they'd won. No poets then left to scar the empty page Of stories that tell of scorned loves gone by Or to write final epitaphs that gracefully age From old ink wells that have long run dry. No more will ugly minds chance to disgrace when the power games have all but ended In a blink of time, Earth back to the Universe Without any greed, just as nature had intended….