The End.

There's something here,
This foreboding,
This cross of fate
That marks the end of destiny. 

There's something here,
This hush of grieving
And a draft tumbles its way in,
But there's no entrance. 

There's something here,
And no one knows what it is,
Because there's no light in this world;
No one can see. 

There's something here,
Because the Earth flips beneath their feet,
And there are only cliffsides
At the end of all roads. 

There's a chill in the air
And tremors in their veins
Because they've just realized
There's nothing here. 

There's something here: Nothing,

but the end of the world.