Upon the abyss which once sheltered the reapings of mans determination.
Scars etched into the behemoth ruins - reaching ever so longingly.Out of damnation.
For the pride that imprisons our hearts and fuels our delusions,
The same that disfigures and reforms faces in the mirror.
Cracks appear and soon all that is left are the shards sparkling like a quiet river.
Wild doves cry out,their hearts filled with anguish
Through the cold and bitter landscape their cries languish,
Rebounding upon walls which once held men within their halls,
Resounding through the air desperate to be heard,
The cry of a lonely bird.
Tears drop from a raging sky , so beautiful in its anger
Tears drop ,no eyes to bleed them and form rivers that meander
Color,so vibrant,flourishes everywhere but no more can we stare
Beauty lost forever as nature grows ever vibrant, ever restless,
And blooms for none but the eyeless.
The darks skies set ablaze by the fire that burns below,
Light and Darkness continue their eternal row,
The fight can no longer be won, for the armies of light and dark number none.
In the focus of this never-ending furore Fear rears his ugly head and lets out a grevious moan,
For in a world without man Fear is all alone.
Kartik Singh
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