The Last Hour

I was waiting, exhausted,

longing for the last hour,

where motion comes to end,

Where azure sky blends,

When everything is there,

Nevertheless Everything is ruined

The last hour speaks for itself

I counted to twelve nothing has altered

Keeping quiet didn't adjunct proclivity,

The last hour got much to orate,

As the kins desert

It's the end, as the people's search

The scrounging for inner peace

It isn't over, yet incentives declined

Errors of opinions haven't been related,

Yet, power of reasoning disintegrates

The last hours glory is immense,

The splendid ornament worship it,

The chivalry commend,

Forts, palaces, grands adorn it,

Yet, conjectures remain same,

It's the last hour, the wait is almost over.