As dusk draws close,
suffusion of amber,
ivory in descent, ebony in ascent
placid clouds amble across a neutral sky
Zeitgeist slain – imbeciles triumphant
no flood, no fire, no plague
just apathy
that ended us
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mecci - It's Shiny in here... 
I didn’t expect the ending…good job!
Thank you very much, I aim to please.
Beautiful poetry but rather sad too.