Void

The void of the night,
A symbol of menace and corruption,
Had grown upon the world,
The darkness was inescapable,
There were no outcasts.

They were destined to perish,
Reveling in their own fear,
Obtuseness was bliss,
The insatiable children were silenced,
The great catacylism had commenced.

Oblivion finally seemed possible,
When they were in close proximity to it,
Their interminal destruction was imminent,
Two millenia of progress,
Regressed to memories and rubble.

Why has nature foresaken us?
Have we provoked it?
What unforesable powers does it posses?
Have we any hope?
No? We'll all die together.