Eloquence Of The Doomsday Fog

Beneath our cynical star
The light has now gone astray
Its ethereal bayonets meet their defeat
Through diseased skies
They bring a pale life to atemporal mists

A tragical decadence upon desolate futures
Eloquence of the doomsday fog

Colosseums of bones
Rise as shrines of time
Towering on earth’s clearings
Devoid of our past
Here they lies shrouded
In a turmoil of calm
Boundless hazes
Oxidize the ages
Their woe - our bequest
Lone witness of eternity