Empty Lands Part III

In the cities’ towers high, that now solemn slowly crumble, empty where none do dwell,
Upon ashen ground whose sole life’s to swell and rumble, an earth made now into hell,

In places old and cold that once flashed with destruction’s roar, no one now is left,
Over the death through high clear sky the elderly vultures soar, above a world bereft,

Where could they land that would not soon kill, with feathers falling from the wing,
Always moving, never long could they stay still, echoing croaks and calls they sing,

Few they are in time, less than there were before, living a past that can no longer be,
Their days have passed, ‘n soon they’ll be no more, naught but shadows on the sea,

For where the lands are empty there is of living things a void, none for them to eat,
What once lived has long since by men been destroyed, an end they’re soon to meet.