Hot embers lined the sky;
A blanket for the ground.
The world forever cold,
Yet flames churned endlessly.

Ashes on the playground,
Where the children used to play.
The echoes of laughter
Faint on the wind.

Ashes in the offices
Where the parents used to work.
Empty desks and broken chairs,
Crumbling to nothing.

Ashes in the cementary
Where all come to die.
All those in mourning
Have no one to mourn for them.

Blinding lights, sonic booms;
The Earth stops spinning.
Unfortunate, that their downfall
Was their own doing.