Stone Soup

Where young artists paint the world with words

The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.

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The End

Darkness arrives,   Light slowly leaves,   As the end approaches us all.     The day has come   Our time has come   The entire world will soon fall.     Ar galspi yo ra’ah, (ahr GAH-lspee yoh RAH-ah)   Pokal noq hkla . (poh-KAHL nahk hih-KLAH)     Malsu ry mek khiyo. (mahl-SOO ree mehk KAI-yoh)     Or paldo reharc. (ohr PAHL-doh ruh-HAHRK)   Qorla fir morsdore, (KOHR-luh feer MOHRS-dohr)   Malsu netl pererer paiyo. (mahl-SOO neh-tuhl   peh-REH-rehr PAI-yoh)     Translation below ↓     The end is upon us,   Death has arrived.   We will soon be gone.     It cannot be stopped.   Sooner or later,   We have to carry on.     Translation is over     As I look at the world,   At the blood red sky   I see the ones around me decease.     The flames approach me,   But I smile with glee.   Now, I can be at peace.