Aftermath

Ruin, cast across the land
the final epitaph has be sung.
Destruction, no one reached for an others hand.
Now cities, lie in ruin.
No more waiting,
No more worry,
the destruction is now done.
Many cry for the world now gone.
Smoke slowly rises,
from what flame couldn't consume.
Now the children must live in a world
primitive, and perhaps,
one day again, new.
A youth cries, in ruble shrouded streets.
A mournful cry, carried by a wind of death.
A spell of foreboding impregnates the night.
No dream or nightmare akin.
Light soon wains.
Where now is my doom...........
Carried by a wind of death.