A day in Dystopia II

 

Amidst the ashes of a world untold,

The remnants of a dream unfold,

A landscape scarred by battles past,

Now whispers in the wind are cast.

Majestic towers of grandeur rise,

Their broken spires touch the skies,

A testament to might once known,

In crumbling stones, their stories sewn.

The streets, once bustling, now lay bare,

A solemn quiet fills the air,

Nature's grasp, relentless, tight,

Reclaims the land in twilight's light.

Vines entwine the rusted frames,

Of silent cars with no more names,

While shadows dance on shattered walls,

In eerie calm, the darkness falls.

The sky above, a canvas torn,

By storms of grief and battles worn,

An atmosphere of somber gray,

In quiet gloom, it hides away.

As ghostly whispers wander near,

The echoes of a time unclear,

They sing the tales of love and strife,

In haunting verse, they breathe new life.

No mention of the famed or great,

Just remnants of a fallen state,

An ode to those who've come before,

In crumbled stones and broken lore.

For in these ruins, secrets lie,

Of triumphs, failures, lullabies,

A world now lost, its tales retold,

In silent beauty, proud and bold.