As the light fades

I search for a pen

To take some ink

To start the last poem

The earth is splitting in two

All the men have gone to Mars

And all the women to Venus

This will be the last poem ever written

As the dusk deepens

I find my pen

Prepare the ink

To let the word flow

A deadly cloud surround the earth

The itchy fingered politiotions

Have finally had enough

This will be a final work

As the night starts it's journey

I take the pen

Take the ink

To place those words upon the page

The spark is going from us all

That made us what we were

We will all become machines

The time of poetry is done

As the night is deep and silent

The pen is still

The ink is dry

The page is taken by the flame

Everything must have a beginning

Everything must have an end

Perhaps with a bang a wimper a tear or a smile

The final poem had been born and gone

©LawRouge