Ende

Among the trees, leaves danced upon the breeze. (Like fireflies.)
Everything was silent. (Heavy.)
Everything was empty. (Open your eyes.)
Everything was gone. (But us.)
Save the wind and the rain. (And them.)
Small droplets splashed in puddles and on empty streets, on rooftops and my head. (Drip. Drip. Drip.)
Descending swiftly through lifeless grey skies. (All around us.)
It was cold. (So cold...)

I could not help but wonder. (But should we have?)
When I was gone... (Not much longer, now.)
When no one was left... (It was just us.)
Would it all be gently washed away? (Like dust in an eye.)
I shivered, an involuntary action. Was it my own? (Was anything?)
Did it matter? (Not really.)
No one... No one existed to care. (But me.)

I walked on broken roads by vacant cars. (Stretching forth.)
Their lights shining brightly in the solemn twilight. (Lanterns for the dead.)
Drivers long forgotten. (Were they ever there?)

My destination was ahead. (We're here.)
A house shaped no different than any other. (The same.)
Black and white in contrast against the coming dawn. (Dawn?)

This place was my beginning...? (Ours.)
This place was to be my end...? (Yours.)

Memories upon memories cascaded through my mind at its sight. (So long ago...)
Were they fake? (Yes.)
Were they real? (Yes.)
I could no longer say. (Could you ever?)
I could no longer be sure. (Were you ever?)

Never being meant to exist at all. (Why?)
I was simply a delusion. (Whose?)
A fake. (Copy.)
A replication of someone I had never known. (You did.)
Of someone I would never meet. (You have.)
Fitting, then, that I would leave it as I came. (It isn't.)
Unperceived. (You are.)
Unknown. (Known.)
I smiled sadly at that small piece of poetic justice. (Justice?)

My steps seemingly echoed loudly over the falling rain. (Drip. Drip. Drip.)
The interior of the house was quiet. (Step. Step.)
Shadows flitted through empty halls. (Twirling, dancing.)
Children laughed out of sight. (So merrily.)
I held back tears. (Just cry.)
That past I remembered was not my own. (Yours, as mine.)
I had no right. (You do.)

The back yard was desolate, but... There was one thing. A small sapling somehow in full bloom. (Pretty.)
Was I deranged? (No.)
Was it an illusion? (Yes.)
It didn't matter any more. (No more.)
The red flowers seemed so brilliant against the dull heavens. So full of vigor, full of life. (But sad...)
Was there still hope...? (We wish there was.)
Was I making the right choice...? (The only one you know.)
Had I made a mistake...? (So long ago.)
As if responding to my thoughts, the flowers became grey. (Dull)
No, it was too late. (Lifeless.)
Too far gone. (Dead.)

Sweet melody drifts throughout the air. (You're singing?)
The sky appears to waver, the trees and buildings lose their form. (Like water.)
The rain that was once so cold to touch now feels so warm. (But... Why?)
The soft embrace of a love I had forgotten. (I remember too.)
The ground turns to liquid, and a low hum spreads across the earth. (Wait, stop!)
Calmly, this lullaby of a deserted hell escapes my lips. (STOP IT!)
This was all I could do for the place I had destroyed. (You... You don't have to...)
And as I sing, the world dissolves. (...Goodbye...)
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Making this into a poem format with the (bracketed) parts was something I did on a whim as I placed this on ATS. I can post the original version (which is just different formatting without the (brackets)) if someone wishes.

As to what the (bracketed) entity is, I'll let you figure it out. What words they contain are fairly random, but there's a bit of method to the madness. I think. Probably.

Wow!

a reply to: Night Star

As much as I like the expression of amazement, do you have any critique or comments to add?
Like "so emo!" or "my brain hurts."

Or, hell, maybe even a spelling error I made and didn't catch... Might be one or two of those.

a reply to: Eilasvaleleyn

I like the way you write and it is thought provoking.

a reply to: Night Star

Well, I'm writing a sequel. I don't know if it'll be of the same quality, however. We will be within a forest. Should be up tomorrow (within 24 hours), or sooner.