The sky is on fire, Filled with burning desire, Eclipsing everything around the horizon, Unwilling to listen to reason As ashes turn into clouds, He looks down into the crowds, Surprised of his own creation, Withering away at the very foundation Was he just in giving us free will? Letting us drive it all downhill, Or is this just an illusion? Mere pawns of chess in confusion You see the sun setting down, Still in all it's glory with its shining crown, Ushering in the hope of a new dawn, Until it's completely gone Does he see us capable of change? Is hoping to see a shift strange? Is that him within the clouds, grinning? Is this the end, or is it just the beginning?
By Ken Ahuja