Vultures drift on the poisoned wind

Circling on outstrectched wings

Under the fraying clouds 

Under the graying sun

Below stretches the copper waste

As far as the eye can see

Red as wine 

Red as blood

Red as burning grief

They came in their metal birds 

Spat fire from the sky

Bones melted 

We crisped and died

Turned to cinders 

Charred to ash

The sky wept seeping tears 

Hissing as they fell

The blue turned to noxious gray 

Edged with crimson, violent black

The moon hovered, a gaping wound 

Unbearable to face

Once a glimmering silver

Now condemnation in her scarlet gaze