The final prayer is whispered
To ears blocked by gray clouds
Ricocheted to scorched lands
In lightning
A final warning
Heard only by
Those writhing those
Unable to touch
Together their palms those
Who wish to ask for one
More minute one
More favor one last
Goodbye before
They meet a void unguided
Without sky and without sea
With only distance
Without a chalk-etched path
For freedom truly reigns
Eternal
