Vice
Was all that remained
To be fully known

As the flames
Of the former world
Fed, the open skies
With their turbulent song

The youth
All staggered
In rhythmic sorrow

Unified by grief
In their cerebral
Hopeless, spiraling

As all time drew
To a deathly halt
And refuge was lost
To the towering
Walls of white

And the ever-pursuant
Years
Of endless black