The World Inherited - Hope Drone

Watching the day in its final turning

From half light to last light and into the gloaming

Beyond twilight, there is no dawn

Watching the day in its relentless turning

From half light to last light and into the gloaming

The last vestiges of warmth will leave

When embers fade

Now behold the world inherited

Ash, dust, suffering

Now behold the world inherited