By Anneka S
“It is the end” she said,
“Everything is disappearing.”
She can see him looking back at her,
Sneering.
“It’s a trick” she screamed,
“Too late to go back now” he deemed.
Cryptic darkness,
Sparks of fire.
Anguished tears,
Woeful desires.
Cadaverous skeleton,
Dissipating soul.
Dispirited heart,
His charade,
So bold.
Impending fate,
“I have an idea” she screamed.
But it was too late,
She was gone,
He beamed.