The Last Winter

  I spoke with a misanthrope one morning,

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  He was as happy as can be

  As he smiled at the horizon’s suns;

  And the death of humanity.

  Unfortunately due to the shortness of this poem I was unable to post it without this note as RoyalRoad is not exactly built for a poetry archive. I fear that this note may become a common sight after each poem though I should at least be thankful I haven't written much in the way of Haiku.