It's the Apocalypse

Red sensors rotated and his gears resonated within him.
He could hear the mass silence that echoed endlessly;
no wind wafting through trees or horns blaring…

- only ghosts.

He sensed the crunch of metal and rust grinding
and the clank of disused limbs popping into place.
The mechanics of his body had forgotten basic processes…

- and he felt ancient.

Saved recordings worked through his hard-drive like memories
reminding him of times with oceans of cities, flocks of humans,
and towers so tall he could stand next to them and be called…

- brother.

The lenses of his eyes fluttered and a new world was upon him;
the sun shone so brightly, alloy sweated from his torso
and the sharp sand beneath his feet grated

- and he began to erode.

The Earth was not as he had left it…

- with farms of humans and armies of titans like himself
who worked to save their creators from their own destruction.

He paced the wasteland they had sought to prevent
and wondered..

_{“Where did we go wrong?”}

The vast stillness promptly answered and left him
in painful recognition of their mistake.
He felt the deaths of thousands on his shoulders
and even the titanium he was built of…

- could not hold the weight.

The titan climbed a hill of sand and dust
crushing a mountain of bones beneath his feet.
He faced towards the sun where it lit up
the remnants of the Earth…

- and waited.

His gears slowed and his power stored until his sleep began.
For a thousand years his metal stood and eyes remained vigilant
As he watched for the arrival of a new age

- and a new civilization.