In the deathly quiet of the ruined landscape,
Through the ashes of the smoky fires long burnt out,
I blunder blindly through the place I once called home,
And wonder where the sun has gone.
The putrid smell of burnt asphalt
Replaces the earthy smell of once fresh dirt,
As the wind howls sadly through the lifeless land.
As the sky turns black as coal, I am reminded
Of the blackened soot upon the faces
Of my fallen neighbors.
As the eyes of death and the voice of Hades
Call me down to join them.