aftermath

aftermath of glory reigns, to

brittle shards of shattered chains,

cold and shallow, marble view,

dull and withered,

ethereal now subdued,

forever more in flames and fury,

grave mistakes and unknown misery,

hailstorms rain apathic words of

icy dismissal, insincere shame,

just a little, not an issue,

keep waiting, one day, maybe

light will reach the stars again,

maybe the world will shine,

not with war or strife

or instability, just

peace and prosperity, a

quiet rain, a little drizzle, where

rivers calm into little

streams of hidden thoughts, but the

tsunami rolls, covering the sun with

umber skies, wispy clouds with

vibrant glows of carnelian gold, and

whirling embers reduce it all to a

xeriscape of smoldering ruins

yeilding empty, broken stains, a

zion slipping through the smoke and pain