A/N This one was a trial of something and I'm not sure if it worked
The city is a plethora
Of endless, immaculate lines
Drowning in the splendor
That used to be the natural world.
Skyscrapers twist up from the ground
Rotted hands, fingers clawed
As they reach for the sky
Trying to pull down the moon.
People move about,
Indifferent to anything but themselves,
They stand out in the crowd,
Different, unique
And so they are the same.
The sun begins to sink
Drowning in the earth,
Sending the horizon up in blazing gold
Dyeing the clouds
In colours only visible
To the minds of men.
The buildings are transformed
From cruel to beautiful
As they reflect the light,
That turns them into gods,
Tall and beautiful,
Blazing in the dying light.
But no-one sees.
People are haunted
By the memories of the past,
and the place is full
Of ghosts, becoming clearer
As night wins her battle.
Darkness has extinguished the sun
And now the world is lit only by
The beautiful metal monsters
Thriving on the graveyard of all we used to be.
This is what remains
This, all this death and disaster
Gone on the whims of people,
Long since turned to ash.
