Time ceases to exist.
It’s pointless to resist.
All waves will halt.
We turn to salt.
My heart will slowly stop.
As color drains away.
We fade to gray.
The sun and moon no longer rise.
Upon my mind the darkness pries.
Eternal dusk will bathe the world.
The souls of all have been imperiled.
Note: The last word, imperiled, should be pronounced with two syllables, like “impurld” to rhyme with world and keep the iambic meter.