At The End of The Universe

At the very last edge of the universe,
Where the dying embers fade,
Of a trillion civilisations,
And the lives in which were made,

Stands a solitary figure,
Into whom the last breath was imbued,
To stand silent and bear witness,
As existence is consumed.

The crumbling rocks which once were part of
An infinite array of worlds,
Now tumble into oblivion,
With barely a whisper to be heard.

No mighty monuments survive,
No song or music to be played,
Just a simple deconstruction
Of a universe unmade.

As the echoes of the past
Are replayed one final time,
In the mind of the spectator,
As they leap into the void,

They weep and ask forgiveness,
Hoping nothing but kindness waits,
For those who persevered so diligently,
And on their final journey take.