The world is on the edge of an abyss,

War and death ready to deliver their fatal kiss,

Steel in the sky and fire on the ground,

The screaming of sirens, such a terrible sound.

The stars look down with indifferent eyes,

As cities collapse beneath the burning skies,

Dreams once golden now flicker and fade,

Buried beneath the plans that we made.

Hope limps forward both ragged and torn,

Clutching the child of a future yet to be born,

Mothers weep where nothing good grows,

Planting their grief where no mercy shows.

And then like a miracle,

In the ash a single seed lies,

Cradled in earth, beneath the foul poisoned skies,

A hint of green, a stubborn breath,

A promise to outlive that cold kiss of death,

The world may teeter, scarred and with remiss,

But still it resists the final abyss,

For even on the edge of permanent night,

A flicker fights to become a much brighter light.