as the darkness of the
dreadful nights storm
fades into early morning
the City lays before me in ruins
trees lay sullen and forlorn
like fallen soldiers,
never to see their families again
glass from feeble house's
scatter the ground like dangerous seeds
catching in the bottom of my feet
small whips of winds push back
my soft red hair, as I stand and stare
as the city rebuilds
from the darkness back into the light