The End

In a deserted and an arid place
Far away from home
A man stands near the ruins
Of a world that's not his own

He ponders the great destruction
Of this tiny arid land
And he wonders how it felt
Days before the end
The hopelessness and fear
Which passed from man to man

As he walks along a barren beach
Of once a happy place
He wonders how the end
Came to such a place

The advancement of this race
Was far above the most
From pictures he had seen
It was such a verdant place

And as he stares in the distance
A statue he does see
A woman with a torch
Lighting up the deaden sea

Originally from the bland state of confusion: Taxachusetts, Frank (a.k.a. FilkFerret) now lives in the Granite State: New Hampshire. Besides counting wild turkey and 'hunting' deer and moose with his car, his major hobby is writing lyrics and songs, especially Filk, FOLK, and FEELING songs, and occasionally picks on six and twelve string acoustical guitars. You can contact Frank at FilkFerret@hotmail.com or visit his website at http://members.xoom.com/ferretus/index.html

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