The Ark Poem by Eleven Lin

The swirling night was split by bolt of lightning.
The scattering stars were torn into pieces.
The balance of the world started collapsing,
So did all the inhumane human species.

At the end of the world I stood in the wide wasting ruin,
Searching for the long-lost future for the human race.
The road always lies ahead, though it is long and winding.
But somehow I could not move to quicken my pace.

The eyes from the dying stars cried for a final rest downward,
Which turned into a sword piercing deep into my heart.
Time is like a restless river that will never flow backward.
But I found all those past things in sight with a start.

Now I stand in the Ark, recalling again our innocence
And waiting till the last moment for your appearance.