Five days until the darkness,

Five days left for life,

The time of my apocalyptic dream

Is getting closer every night.

I must hide from the destruction path

Or else get ready to fight.

The dark will destroy,

And the light will be gone again...

...once again...

Day Four goes down with one last kick,

Three countries destroyed

By the few that still live.

They cheer and cry out:

“We are the last!

We shall remain!”

I shake my head,

With a saddening sigh.

I pity the fools,

They’ll be lucky to last

Yet another day.

Day Three brings much sadness,

For few now remain.

This illness knows not a cure

But the death of each innocent life.

Day Two brings the deaths

Of those we’d attained,

Whose cheeks stained with tears

We no longer retain.

Day One comes the darkness,

None left but myself

And that little rebellion

That can care for them self.

Three, Two, One,

Goodbye light.

Three, Two, One,

Goodbye sight.

And the little rebellion

Stumbles on with their might

Preparing to welcome

This eternal night...