Dragons dance across the red sky
Ethereal and gracious… only
The red is the world on fire
Kids in the streets echoing laughter
A ball is kicked around… only
The ball is old and dirty and unmoving
The echos are that of ghosts
A fluffy snow flurries into a winter wonderland
Dots of tracks like animals frolicking… only
The prints are human boot
Trudging through a frozen wasteland
The blood slows...