The Great Dying

The time before us stretches back
World of dust, Sky of black
The words we found, They were sound
They were clear
They said we came
We scrawled our name
We were here
We disappear
The time before us stretches long
Constantly here, Constantly gone
The words we leave will be believed
They will be clear
They’ll say we fought til we forgot why we were here
We disappear
The time before us opens at the end
But only for a moment, Then it swallows us again
We disappear
The sky will turn to fire
The sea will turn to salt
Our memories will burn like we were never here at all
We disappear