The moon dominates the sky,

With vengeful Mars behind.

What does this bode for mankind?

Birds take to the sky

As a red roiling cloud covers the land.

A lone trees stands guard on a hill,

The only sentinel of humanity.

But it is not enough

And really do we deserve even that much?

Slowly, the cloud rolls ever forward

Covering all in it's way.

At the end, a soft sigh echoes across the land,

Finally peace for Mother Earth and all her children.