Solitary World

Gnarled black trees, soft white snow,
Frozen leaves on jagged boughs.
Red lights throb in synchrony,
On and off, bleeding light.
Chill winds sprint, rocks take flight,
Frigid winter symphony.
World left in its dying throes,
No one sees, no one knows.

Rusted chains, shattered glass,
Cold gales sing a gloomy mass.
Sharp dark cracks through slate-grey walls,
Eating stone, growing old.
Spiralled dust, circling mold,
Silent voids of crumbling halls.
Time defies the craftman's hand,
Dying building, deadened land.

Blinding dark, lantern light,
Candle piercing solid night.
Glimmers brighter than the sun,
Forest cold, abyss chill.
Stained glass shards, ever still,
Echoes of the past, now none.
Sleeping machines roar to life,
End of death, start of strife.

Turn of mind, phantom chime,
Things of all unearthly rhyme.
Twisted marvels brooding glum,
Clockwork tick, brasswork tock.
Broken jail, key and lock,
Naught heard save atonal hum.
Fearless Death takes final rest,
Dulce et decorum est.