The sky streaked blood red
with dark, broad lines of ash
painted by the fingers of who came before us;
And underneath, the people sat quietly
watching the great clock turn in the heavens
and the day count down its seconds,
until finally the darkness overtook the plains below.
As midnight passed, the hoots of owls, and
the chirps of crickets
surmounted by deafening silence in between each beat.
I looked up to Polaris
and then I felt the cold air wrap around me
and whisk me away
to a world overpowered with hues of gold and grey,
with structures higher than the stars themselves.
And soon the people too looked up to the guiding star,
and they, too, were swept away to the this marvelous new world.
Together we stared into the void.
Millions of tiny silver lights pierced the endless curtain above us
as we looked on through eternity
until the light faded.
And there we sat,
knowing in our hearts
that though it was not written in stone,
that though the water washed away our ink,
that though what we built would crumble in the sands of time,
though as millennia pass,
and as the great clock pushes forth relentlessly,
until all memory of us fades like those stars in the void,
and when aeons have gone by,
those who take our place will not know,
that we had been here.