Empty Cities (ultimate version) On long-forgotten paths of the world, Stand empty cities, silent and still. They're lit by Lyra's sorrowful glow — A star abandoned against all will. The sky has fallen into lifeless waste, Where once a fragile murmur lingered. Gray clouds hang low with oppressive weight, Entombing every word once whispered. All overgrown with voiceless gray, Rust eating deep where grief has fed. And in this darkness, cold and bare, Stand empty cities, drenched in rain and dread. No familiar crossroads left to trace Of interwoven lives or love once shared. Just endless night and a handful of ash Lying in blood long dried and scarred. In scorched soil no consciousness survives, No reason echoes in the dying strains. Just hollow outlines of soulless lives — Creatures staring at the starlit plains. And in the strange moon's silver frame, The ages of time have slipped to sleep. The world has drowned in oblivion's name, With one unfinished line too dark to keep.
