Fellowship

Walking with strangers
In a field we don't know.
Only each other for comfort
When we start to feel low.

A red sky over yonder,
And cerulean stars dot the sky.
I wonder, forlornly,
Is it our turn to die?

The Earth's become ash,
And the sky weeps acid.
Hold each other and breathe
To keep what's left of us placid.

Bones ground to dust,
And blood spattered stones.
We're all that's left now,
On this big rock. All alone.

As we feel the deep pit
Of rot settle in our souls,
At least we're here, together.
An unlikely bond to unfold.

Our old lives were so strange,
How I'd pass you by.
But, now, here you all are,
Fellow strangers by my side.