The sun set behind the shambled buildings
All that was left before our end
And on the wind I heard Them
Those left to plague the dark corners
To hide in the cracks of darkened halls
Swings swayed and street lights flickered
Screams echoed through the cities hallways
Deserted cars like matchbox toys
Moans of the dead filled the air
Friends and family gone and passed
In an instant before the storm
I sat nestled in my tree for the night
Alone
As if anything had changed