THE DAY BEFORE THE END: 

I look out into the night, to the moon my eyes stray. 

It shines with a darkened beauty, as it ends the day. 

Across the black canvas stars glint wildly, proving to many, that the night holds its own beauty. 

Instead of holding darkness. 

In this darkening world, full of hatred, full of fire, full of coldness, full of ice. 

It is good to see, the last of this world beauty, portrayed in the night. 

The dark days began, the light dispersed, 

Leaving us draught of hope, in a dying world.