Doomsday

As the void of night echoed in December's day
I felt the presence of the irony that lay
Beyond the space, a galazy somewhere
The sun's light that usually stare

I stayed to wait in winter's gloom
As my hair freaked out, as I behold the doom
There above, my head somewhere
A big cloud hovered me in bare

Fast as light, enourmous as snow
Rushing bullets of fire came gushing low
Not only in my head but in everywhere
And I stood still as my soul departed its 
lair