The Fall

• Bradley De Domizio, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

Into the Scorched Distance,
The Screams of Chaos Ring.
Derelict towers linger on the horizon,
A broken relic of our everlasting sting.
It had come without a sound,
A falling silhouette of endless power.
Releasing the force of a million suns,
Our final hour.
But still we linger among the dead,
Amid the ash and ruin of war.
Our views forever clouded to the norm,
To the scattered fallen we abhor.
Victims of our endless greed,
To Eternal Darkness we descend.
To chaos, to ruin, to annihilation...
Humanity’s Wretched End.