The skies were pitch
the deafening silence only filled
by the sound of violence
crickets chirping, blood spilled

The fireflies that used to be here are gone
Now they lie, down in the mud, torn
Now they've died, and the birds don't sing their song
No more of the soft tone that I used to know

The flowers didn't even grow
Covered and coveted in the snow
Lost in the gaze of this black hole
Stars lost their glow, as I watched from below