The Last

The darkness--Darkness-- of burning Night
The moon has died, the sun offers no light.
No morning and no noon, no evening dim
Frantic Cries! and prayers to Him.
Please hear me, bring me back the Light
but the is no answer--only night

The cold crawls in, no warmth to heat
The cities abandoned, no people to meet.
Am I the only one? No people, no sun?
Am I left to wander till this life is done?
I grow so tired but know not when to sleep
am I left, forever forsaken to crawl and creep?

Forever is black, wickedly dark no prayer to pray
No more food to eat and no fire to spark.
I've burned it all away in trying to find my way
My world is gone, diminished in flame with little as a mark.
Nobody will see it, no glimpse from no eyes
I am the last of everybody who dies