The Begging King
On the day after the end
The wall of humanity crumbled brick by brick.
The seeds of sorrow and the dust of disaster
Were sown across a barren landscape.
The last man stood, the king
In a race of one.
Looking over the bodies of the wasted. Laying like children's toys,
Innocent now, but useless.
That lonely king wandered
To find solace and companionship
In one who shared his grief.
But the world was deaf
To the pleas of a beggar.
Like the others, that man was wasted,
Useless without someone to listen.
Just an echo without a voice, a body without a soul.
As the bones of the last man crumbled
Dust became dust, and at last,
A price was paid back to the dead earth.
The debt was settled, like ashes after the wind has calmed.
Given to Death in exchange for a world
With an eternity to rebuild,
And an eternity more to forget
The cries of the race of man.