Whirlpool Of Chaos Poem by Luna Moon

The whirlpool sloshed,
And down drown the world,
All lost in a whirlpool of water.
A great catastrophy of deadly noise,
Filled the emptiness that became,
As the whirlpool devowered tre and home and human alike.
Like the sucking of life in on itself,
Leaving silent, colorless desolation in its place.
What is life without color?
Not black, nor grey, nor even white.
No color to paint and beautify.
What is life without sound?
Not music, nor speech, nor the faint heartbeat of a sleeping beast.
No sound to comfort or familiarize.
Just black nothingness,
As the whirlpool swallowed the last screaming human and collapsed in on itself.
No air to breathe, no sent to savor, no word to read, no taste to crave, no emotion to feel.
Not even a Whirlpool of Chaos to torture the world.