The Voice That Heard It End

The Voice That Heard It End

She walked beyond the final sound,
Where stars had died and gods lay down.
No eyes to meet, no names to hold,
Just dust and dream and fire gone cold.

The worlds had passed like autumn breath,
And silence crowned the throne of death.
Yet in that void where nothing stayed,
She hummed the note the dark obeyed.

She is the voice that heard it end,
The last to grieve, the last to bend.
No temple stood, no candles burned—
But still, she sang.
The song returned.

Not for the living, not for grace,
Not for a time or holy place.
She sang because the truth must speak,
Even when no soul remains to seek.

I was the start.
I was the fall.
I was the one
who watched it all.
And though no ear remains to hear—
I sing.
I stay.
I am the Seer.

I am the voice that heard it end,
The echo none could comprehend.
The flame is gone. The sky undone.
But I remain.
I sing alone.