Doom laden skies held, not one breath, of wind
Under the, achromatic mantle, torpidity binged
No turbine turned, there was no sunlight power
Kismet ordained, to drain, every megawatt hour
Eerie evenings, turned countrysides, into tundra
Lights burned bright, until the blackout's umbra
From the murk, came night and the cloying cold
Listlessly lingering, from the valley, to the wold
And dawn would seep, then creep, into each day
Unfolding itself into the simplicity, of bitter grey
Though time inexorably passed, beneath the veil
Enveloped, by a nothingness, the grid would fail
