Upon The War-Torn Shape Of Cold Earth

Bleak solar glow blind eye of the sun

Abandoned in the sky seeking to pass the withering earth

Lost in its are as the horizons bend in inverse motion

And the dying earth groans stretching in war-torn shape

Strange images trailed in the dust

Oceans are a mire growing with ancient stones

Weed-grown bones of the older earth reaching from the churning swamp

Star-fire of putrescent hues linking the spheres

Expanses of space compromised by the ageless glyphs

The gate yawns to black nebulae

Corpse-palloured ancient suns

Space-faring comets

Teeming with inhuman life

Cold earth turns unheeding 'midst the fire of nameless stars

Cold earth turns unheeding on black timeless gulfs afar