'' Waiting for the end''... A lour night, the moon with a tint of cerulean, and starless it was, so hopeless! The flowers withered all of a sudden, and birds fell down like the droplets of rain, the leaves went pale and even the moon now got crimson, the hearts of people throbbed in unison yet in confusion. And, the eyes lost its beauty so did the nature, the earth cracked open and several lives were buried alive, the hilltops fragmented and dropped on the valleys, while the asteroids, taking mankind to the end... And, my soul kept waiting, waiting for the end... CHALLENGE 5 Good Morning Writos Here comes the fifth challenge of our game. THE APOCALYPSE One fine morning all of us wake up from sleep hearing a loud cry from the sky saying : “Today is the beginning of The End” and from the very next moment it appears to be true. What happens next ?Write it down as a poem.
