eyes like fading embers

rest under lashes dark and long

and too-pale lips whisper a prayer

knowing something's wrong

snow as black as shadow falls

turning the world to dust

statues and monuments forgotten

left solitary to rust

the cycle will not falter

this dream-state will not end

and tricks of the light confuse

what is foe and what is friend

crumbling mortar trickles down

onto the road below

something seems to be missing

but what that is, no one knows

hatred leads to nothing

good intentions pave the road to hell

hope is a drifting skiff

with frayed and mildewed sails

the prayer reaches no one

because they left long ago

and so the world is consumed by fire:

a fading ember with a soft orange glow