The Ending of the World

At the time of sleeping
Keep your sword against your side
In the bend of every road
There grows a deadly pride.
The murderers of earth and sky
Now wish to kill the sea
While listening to crashing waves
That whisper to the breeze.
When Moon is dark and Sun has gone
And every soul is dead
The ending of the world is near
Oblivion is ahead.
What, O God, is left to do
But kill the fading trees?
Without the memory of regret
I watch the dying leaves.