From The Ashes

 

From the blackened, smouldering sky, there are lightning flashes

Rolling thunder rumbling, as the passed emerge, from the ashes

Odious apparitions, seemingly appear, like a nightmare's thought

Meandering amongst the ruins, now the domain of the necronaut

There's nothing there, but a gentle sigh, of an unbreathable wind

Hauntingly hollow, in an eddying smog, of an old world re-sinned

Ephemeral electricity discharges, as if from Aether's heaven sent

Arcing to the scorched Earth, in an illuminating, dantean descent

Soot and cinders swirl, from the ashes, esse from a quondam life

Haplessly drifting, in the eternal storm, where the otherside's, rife

Eden was vaporised, it was beyond the reach, of righteous oaths

Sometimes shadows are cast though, but they're cast, by ghosts