The last alive upon the earth
sat down upon
the moon-illumined plain
to make an entryin his journal, knowing
that there was no one to see,
no morning yet to be.
Though madness raced
inside his brain
he chose his written words
more solemnly for they would be
the legacy of humankind
in florid, timeless script,
the declaration of a war.
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Purely beautiful. I read a lot of poems, but so many times I do not feel the emotion of the writer the way I did with yours. Great job.
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