Beneath a sky of ashen gray, Where sun's warm kiss no longer plays, Lies a land where dreams have died, Where hope's lost voice in shadows hides.

Steel and glass in broken shards, Silhouettes of life's discard, The heartbeats of humanity, Lost in discord's cacophony.

Through this world, so desolate, Humanity treads a path innate, Survival in a cold embrace, Searching for the sun's lost grace.

Monuments of a time bygone, Speak of days in golden dawn, When laughter echoed in the breeze, And joy grew tall as mighty trees.

Now, amidst the silent stone, Echoes of the past are sown, In the minds of those who dare, To dream of skies once clear and fair.

Tears of acid fill the rain, Each droplet bearing sorrow's stain, Yet beneath, a pulse beats slow, A seed of hope begins to grow.

Beneath the tyrant's iron reign, In hearts that bear the deepest pain, A whisper rises from the quiet, A spark that stirs a coming riot.

An anthem builds within the night, A call to arms, a plea for light, From the ashes of despair, Rises a voice, both strong and fair.

In this world of twilight's dread, Where fear and sorrow freely bled, The spirit of humanity fights, Against the darkness, for the light.

For even in the grimmest hour, When all seems lost to tyranny's power, The indomitable spirit persists, In the heart where hope exists.

~S.W