Of Endings and Beauty

The last of the innocent
Watching the world fall
But with no stake in it.
All the wicked will call,
Effort futile and wasted.
With no force of will
To back up their boasts.
Glasses raised in toast,
False smiles upon their faces
These strongest of the races.
Knowing they have lost.
The last of the innocent
Weeping for the ruined world,
As if it was a swiftly cut cord
Falling away into despair
And losing everyone who should care.
She watches as the end comes to light,
Burying those proud of their might.
Swiftly falling tears of joy
Glistening against her skin softly.
Of all the wonders that one could see
None are so beautiful as she.

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